"Who Is She" lyrics
(Damn Wick, that's fire, run that back)
F's
F's, F's
You know who we do it for
Baow
Baow, baow, baow
Better get out the way when I'm flickin' for Nu' (Nunu, nigga)
Fatboy ducked, get out the stu'
When we troopin' in Drew, it's just me and the Wuu (Me and the Wuu)
Ain't nobody in 4 then we out to the 2 (We out to the 2)
We let it boom every trip on the Makks (Every trip on the Makks)
With the Whoopt', bend the Nick', tryna throw back to back (Tryna throw back to back)
Fatboy ducked, shout out the Hat (Shout out the hat)
Every trip on the Makks, had 'em duckin' the gat
OY dead everyday, a new pack (Like, oh my god)
AJ Wvttz got shot and collapsed (Got shot and collapsed)
EK Bop, shot in his back
Pop, we had to beat on the Makk (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Fuck the 2, we still smokin' on Damo (Smokin' on Damo)
Bino, Q, two piece combo
Edot Baby, CJ Osama (Oh, oh)
Sugarhill Mel, Notti, Wasca (Oh, Oh)
Boy tried to run, bullets ripped through his back
2-3 zone, they gon' fall for the trap
Like, like, where niggas at?
We was troopin' through blocks, had to back out my hat
Like who the fuck is the Makks? EK hit, we tappin' our backs
Fatboy lucky, he was flickin' his wrists, next day word to bro he was duckin' the gat
Like this shit makin' me mad
They kept trollin', next day they was sad
Free the Whoopts from that scene, niggas thought he was tagged
Pop wanna troll, we beat his ass
Fatboy ducked, why you dissin' my mans?
No we don't fight nigga, we got the tans
No scap, break 'em down wit' the hands
We had 'em duckin', we made 'em dance
Naz wanna troll, you got slapped
Not wit' the hand, wit' the gat
The Rollaz not wit' me, I call up the Hat
Oh that's a Kreep, you could tell by the tat
Oh they not on the 4? Then we out to the 2
First Makk that I see, word to bro he go poof
We was troopin' in 40, how I end up in Drew?
Gotta throw up the 5 when I'm flickin' for Nu'
And Tae on my side, he gon' shoot
When I fly out the Whoopt', what the fuck they gon' do?
Fatboy ran, he left his scoot'
Back to back up the block tryna do what I do
Damo dead, them niggas tight
Notti dead, he died by the knife
Bino, Q, Kreep cyphe
Pop wanna troll, we shoulda took his life
F's
F's, F's
You know who we do it for
Baow
Baow, baow, baow
Better get out the way when I'm flickin' for Nu' (Nunu, nigga)
Fatboy ducked, get out the stu'
When we troopin' in Drew, it's just me and the Wuu (Me and the Wuu)
Ain't nobody in 4 then we out to the 2 (We out to the 2)
We let it boom every trip on the Makks (Every trip on the Makks)
With the Whoopt', bend the Nick', tryna throw back to back (Tryna throw back to back)
Fatboy ducked, shout out the Hat (Shout out the hat)
Every trip on the Makks, had 'em duckin' the gat
OY dead everyday, a new pack (Like, oh my god)
AJ Wvttz got shot and collapsed (Got shot and collapsed)
EK Bop, shot in his back
Pop, we had to beat on the Makk (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Fuck the 2, we still smokin' on Damo (Smokin' on Damo)
Bino, Q, two piece combo
Edot Baby, CJ Osama (Oh, oh)
Sugarhill Mel, Notti, Wasca (Oh, Oh)
Boy tried to run, bullets ripped through his back
2-3 zone, they gon' fall for the trap
Like, like, where niggas at?
We was troopin' through blocks, had to back out my hat
Like who the fuck is the Makks? EK hit, we tappin' our backs
Fatboy lucky, he was flickin' his wrists, next day word to bro he was duckin' the gat
Like this shit makin' me mad
They kept trollin', next day they was sad
Free the Whoopts from that scene, niggas thought he was tagged
Pop wanna troll, we beat his ass
Fatboy ducked, why you dissin' my mans?
No we don't fight nigga, we got the tans
No scap, break 'em down wit' the hands
We had 'em duckin', we made 'em dance
Naz wanna troll, you got slapped
Not wit' the hand, wit' the gat
The Rollaz not wit' me, I call up the Hat
Oh that's a Kreep, you could tell by the tat
Oh they not on the 4? Then we out to the 2
First Makk that I see, word to bro he go poof
We was troopin' in 40, how I end up in Drew?
Gotta throw up the 5 when I'm flickin' for Nu'
And Tae on my side, he gon' shoot
When I fly out the Whoopt', what the fuck they gon' do?
Fatboy ran, he left his scoot'
Back to back up the block tryna do what I do
Damo dead, them niggas tight
Notti dead, he died by the knife
Bino, Q, Kreep cyphe
Pop wanna troll, we shoulda took his life
