"Who I Am" lyrics
Bandzzz
Ay
(I love u papi)
No cap
(TD made this)
Yo
Well should I tell em who I was or who I'm gonna be
I used to ride pedal bikes and do robberies
My girl said I'm involved I told my bitch obviously
From broadwater farm I love the block of b
You gotta be a real one and I ain't got no rebo
I got a real gun
Know a nigga with a wap that would still run
Looked my brudda in his eyes
Cuz somebody has to die
I sent my YG's over there
To go and drill one
And that's the truth no cap bro
Ramz he a menace
Lil buggasby as well
YC he out of jail hes in the fields like asko
I let packs go
See me in the dance I got my hat tho
Got my pistol
So I'm feeling very warm like trapper
What do you know
And don't every ask me what do I know
Love for the o
Some are money makers some are psychos
Some getting busy some doing life tho
Heard my nigga got the drop turna started shooting with his eyes closed
(Damn nigga)
Understand me more
They say I don't express my feelings
I'm in the booth with H
On tour we're doing meet and greetings
Me behind the wheel got bro telling me no need for speeding
Drug dealing, guns beating shoulda caught him that evening
Cali in my spliff so I ain't ashing out no star dog
Police killed my dad and tried to label him the farm boss
In this yardi dance I'm strapped so I won't pet to lock
This dance off
Gotta bring it to the car wash
Me or you thats gonna blast off
I'm the truth no cap when I speak tho
When I see wormz I see reepo (free him)
Bougie bitch high heels she never wear no cheap clothes
I'm miss s with lz 3 amigos
Hit the jackpot casino
(Gang, yo)
(Ay what u tellin em)
Double r umbrella by the door compartment
Yardie bitch she don't know she rolling with the mask men
Ask her if I can put in her yard
And she replied with pardon (LOL)
And bandz got his shotty
Let me store it in your garden
Air ones grey tracky my gun in my boxers (tucked)
I get a nigga shot like have fun with the doctors
Feds clueless like whats wrong with these monsters (you know)
My friends went insane I turnt up on his oppers
But hear me out tho
And if you listen to disco check my outro (go check it)
They want Michael Myers, loving how it sounds cold
I wanna machine with a string you know I'm abt those
I know my bitch that suck dick can't keep her mouth closed
I'm in too deep to turn back now
I've seen a nigga go on live and get slapped out
Got raw on a table with some smack down
I know it's called Aberdeen
But it should be called crack town
I'm in Jamaica by tower hill ( ya man)
Contract killers on standby
The mac 10 is powerful
My gun on it
String first is calling with my power tool
Is there fault not our fault
I'll see you in an hours fool
(Rrrrrr, boi, bandzzz)
Well should I tell em who I was or who I'm gonna be
I used to ride pedal bikes and do robberies
My girl said I'm involved I told my bitch obviously
From broadwater farm I love the block of b
(Bandzzz, ay)
Well should I tell em who I was or who I'm gonna be
I used to ride pedal bikes and do robberies
My girl said I'm involved I told my bitch obviously
From broadwater farm I love the block of b
You gotta be a real one and I ain't got no rebo
I got a real gun
Know a nigga with a wap that would still run
Looked my brudda in his eyes
Cuz somebody has to die
I sent my YG's over there
To go and drill one
(Boi, boi)
Brrrr, boi
Bandzzz
(I love you papi)
Bandzzz
(TD made this)
You know the vibez
RIP and 3s man
Free the lifers
Ay
(I love u papi)
No cap
(TD made this)
Yo
Well should I tell em who I was or who I'm gonna be
I used to ride pedal bikes and do robberies
My girl said I'm involved I told my bitch obviously
From broadwater farm I love the block of b
You gotta be a real one and I ain't got no rebo
I got a real gun
Know a nigga with a wap that would still run
Looked my brudda in his eyes
Cuz somebody has to die
I sent my YG's over there
To go and drill one
And that's the truth no cap bro
Ramz he a menace
Lil buggasby as well
YC he out of jail hes in the fields like asko
I let packs go
See me in the dance I got my hat tho
Got my pistol
So I'm feeling very warm like trapper
What do you know
And don't every ask me what do I know
Love for the o
Some are money makers some are psychos
Some getting busy some doing life tho
Heard my nigga got the drop turna started shooting with his eyes closed
(Damn nigga)
Understand me more
They say I don't express my feelings
I'm in the booth with H
On tour we're doing meet and greetings
Me behind the wheel got bro telling me no need for speeding
Drug dealing, guns beating shoulda caught him that evening
Cali in my spliff so I ain't ashing out no star dog
Police killed my dad and tried to label him the farm boss
In this yardi dance I'm strapped so I won't pet to lock
This dance off
Gotta bring it to the car wash
Me or you thats gonna blast off
I'm the truth no cap when I speak tho
When I see wormz I see reepo (free him)
Bougie bitch high heels she never wear no cheap clothes
I'm miss s with lz 3 amigos
Hit the jackpot casino
(Gang, yo)
(Ay what u tellin em)
Double r umbrella by the door compartment
Yardie bitch she don't know she rolling with the mask men
Ask her if I can put in her yard
And she replied with pardon (LOL)
And bandz got his shotty
Let me store it in your garden
Air ones grey tracky my gun in my boxers (tucked)
I get a nigga shot like have fun with the doctors
Feds clueless like whats wrong with these monsters (you know)
My friends went insane I turnt up on his oppers
But hear me out tho
And if you listen to disco check my outro (go check it)
They want Michael Myers, loving how it sounds cold
I wanna machine with a string you know I'm abt those
I know my bitch that suck dick can't keep her mouth closed
I'm in too deep to turn back now
I've seen a nigga go on live and get slapped out
Got raw on a table with some smack down
I know it's called Aberdeen
But it should be called crack town
I'm in Jamaica by tower hill ( ya man)
Contract killers on standby
The mac 10 is powerful
My gun on it
String first is calling with my power tool
Is there fault not our fault
I'll see you in an hours fool
(Rrrrrr, boi, bandzzz)
Well should I tell em who I was or who I'm gonna be
I used to ride pedal bikes and do robberies
My girl said I'm involved I told my bitch obviously
From broadwater farm I love the block of b
(Bandzzz, ay)
Well should I tell em who I was or who I'm gonna be
I used to ride pedal bikes and do robberies
My girl said I'm involved I told my bitch obviously
From broadwater farm I love the block of b
You gotta be a real one and I ain't got no rebo
I got a real gun
Know a nigga with a wap that would still run
Looked my brudda in his eyes
Cuz somebody has to die
I sent my YG's over there
To go and drill one
(Boi, boi)
Brrrr, boi
Bandzzz
(I love you papi)
Bandzzz
(TD made this)
You know the vibez
RIP and 3s man
Free the lifers
