"Who Is that" lyrics
(Chef cut that)
(Ghosty)
On my tracks, bro, I only speak factuals
On the opps, know I move like an animal
[?] really be practical
Man, I'm down, know we spin 'em so casual
On my tracks, bro, I only speak factuals
On the opps, know I move like an animal
[?] really be practical
Man, I'm down, know we spin 'em so casual
M-MaxThaDemon got a grey [?], if it's not the 'matic, I got eight shots
Only spinnin' if he yellow tape blocks, got his body twitchin' in the same spot
I caught him lackin', shoulda had a pipe, you get changed in public like a traffic light
Choppa hit his noggin, lose his eyesight, or rip his lung and he can't breathe right
Send a shot on the net, I don't answer back, sendin' shots on your block, you won't answer back
When we spinnin' in person, you answer that, only move with the movers that's handicapped
'Cause you cappin' and bluffin' on Facebook, 'fore the semi's end freezin' your face up
Send a shot at your girl, she like, "Babe, look," have you look, bet' not shoot, get your face cooked
And I'm lookin' worried, but not loopin' back, how you flippin' back if your shooter clapped?
But he [?] tight, they like, "Who is that?" Ain't no shootin' back when my shooter clap
You post on the block just to look cool, and that chop on your waist gettin' misused
Know that grrrt gonna rip through the tissue, never guessin', I make sure I hit you
You're not movin' with me, on a different time, ain't no meditation, we gon' lift his mind
Me and bro spinnin', we on killer time, couple bodies, he turn on the [?]
Why you actin' up, then why you actin' tough? Yeah, you talkin' crazy, can you back it up?
He was talkin' crazy so we packed him up, ain't no [?] but we can lace 'em
On my tracks, bro, I only speak factuals
On the opps, know I move like an animal
[?] really be practical
Man, I'm down, know we spin 'em so casual
On my tracks, bro, I only speak factuals
On the opps, know I move like an animal
[?] really be practical
Man, I'm down, know we spin 'em so casual
Better pray that your name isn't on the list, then I check, mean a opp got his body flipped
I'm not perfect, this beam make it hard to miss, so don't leave before you give your mom a kiss
'Cause you'll wish that you did if you didn't do it, and she tell you, "Be safe," you should listen to her
Or the song that you [?], you'll be singin' to it, 'cause her son made a show for some Insta viewings
But don't be all surprised, y'all been a dub, and free B out the cage, he'll send us up
Only way that we'll stop if they send us up, but these opps gettin' dropped like they lettin' us
Boy, these opps gettin' dropped and not flippin' back, talkin' chops, when I shoot, you not dishin' back
I don't care if his mom had to witness that, she the next one I'm uppin' and flickin' at
(Ghosty)
On my tracks, bro, I only speak factuals
On the opps, know I move like an animal
[?] really be practical
Man, I'm down, know we spin 'em so casual
On my tracks, bro, I only speak factuals
On the opps, know I move like an animal
[?] really be practical
Man, I'm down, know we spin 'em so casual
M-MaxThaDemon got a grey [?], if it's not the 'matic, I got eight shots
Only spinnin' if he yellow tape blocks, got his body twitchin' in the same spot
I caught him lackin', shoulda had a pipe, you get changed in public like a traffic light
Choppa hit his noggin, lose his eyesight, or rip his lung and he can't breathe right
Send a shot on the net, I don't answer back, sendin' shots on your block, you won't answer back
When we spinnin' in person, you answer that, only move with the movers that's handicapped
'Cause you cappin' and bluffin' on Facebook, 'fore the semi's end freezin' your face up
Send a shot at your girl, she like, "Babe, look," have you look, bet' not shoot, get your face cooked
And I'm lookin' worried, but not loopin' back, how you flippin' back if your shooter clapped?
But he [?] tight, they like, "Who is that?" Ain't no shootin' back when my shooter clap
You post on the block just to look cool, and that chop on your waist gettin' misused
Know that grrrt gonna rip through the tissue, never guessin', I make sure I hit you
You're not movin' with me, on a different time, ain't no meditation, we gon' lift his mind
Me and bro spinnin', we on killer time, couple bodies, he turn on the [?]
Why you actin' up, then why you actin' tough? Yeah, you talkin' crazy, can you back it up?
He was talkin' crazy so we packed him up, ain't no [?] but we can lace 'em
On my tracks, bro, I only speak factuals
On the opps, know I move like an animal
[?] really be practical
Man, I'm down, know we spin 'em so casual
On my tracks, bro, I only speak factuals
On the opps, know I move like an animal
[?] really be practical
Man, I'm down, know we spin 'em so casual
Better pray that your name isn't on the list, then I check, mean a opp got his body flipped
I'm not perfect, this beam make it hard to miss, so don't leave before you give your mom a kiss
'Cause you'll wish that you did if you didn't do it, and she tell you, "Be safe," you should listen to her
Or the song that you [?], you'll be singin' to it, 'cause her son made a show for some Insta viewings
But don't be all surprised, y'all been a dub, and free B out the cage, he'll send us up
Only way that we'll stop if they send us up, but these opps gettin' dropped like they lettin' us
Boy, these opps gettin' dropped and not flippin' back, talkin' chops, when I shoot, you not dishin' back
I don't care if his mom had to witness that, she the next one I'm uppin' and flickin' at
