"Who Sent You" lyrics
(Cedes on the beat)
Yeah, I been gettin' my profit on
'Cause it ain't what you sell it for, it's what you got it for
Fuck is you shoppin' for if you ain't tryna buy the store?
Yeah, I got what you want, but this is illegal, might cost you more if I drop it off
Damn, it ain't no real niggas left, y'all done shot 'em all
My hand ain't on your front door, so knock it off
We ain't the type to have cops involved
I really put the world on pause when my mama calls
Still relaxed, look what I learned when I was calm
Peeled back like the return of Tylenol
It's real facts, don't be runnin' behind me
If you have a GPS in the cut, you will find me
I ain't like these other artists lookin' for someone to sign me
Just play your part like Nas haircut in the '90s
Grimy, get suspenseful, detrimental
Write like I got a extra pencil, word
We never met, who sent you? Word, word, yeah
Why join 'em? I'd rather bet against you, yeah, yeah, hmm
Never let another nigga check offend you, yeah
Just get yours, just get yours
Yeah, gotta level what's in you
I'm from the era where music videos said, "To be continued" but never continued
While the Lord was drivin' your spirit, the devil was in you, don't wanna bypass
How come it's never funny to no one when I laugh?
Got cool with Mal before he left The Joe Budden Podcast
Don't let your child lose they soul to a iPad, be better parents
This for them rappers that use samples and never clear 'em
Yeah, I bought my parents a F-150 with Panamera
Still gotta make an appearance with the man in the mirror
We from the hood, your stylists don't understand the apparel
We back votin', we Black owners
Strap loaded, but that's only for that moment
I ain't on Clubhouse, ain't tryna chat, homie
I do Apple Pay, Zelle, and Cash App only
And fuck PayPal, them refunds is wack, homie
Even when it's family and friends, they'll send it back, homie
Lost too many disputes, might go back to cash only
And that's facts, homie, yeah
We never met, who sent you? Word, word, yeah
Why join 'em? I'd rather bet against you, yeah, yeah, hmm
Never let another nigga check offend you, yeah
Just get yours, just get yours
(Cedes on the beat)
Yeah, I been gettin' my profit on
'Cause it ain't what you sell it for, it's what you got it for
Fuck is you shoppin' for if you ain't tryna buy the store?
Yeah, I got what you want, but this is illegal, might cost you more if I drop it off
Damn, it ain't no real niggas left, y'all done shot 'em all
My hand ain't on your front door, so knock it off
We ain't the type to have cops involved
I really put the world on pause when my mama calls
Still relaxed, look what I learned when I was calm
Peeled back like the return of Tylenol
It's real facts, don't be runnin' behind me
If you have a GPS in the cut, you will find me
I ain't like these other artists lookin' for someone to sign me
Just play your part like Nas haircut in the '90s
Grimy, get suspenseful, detrimental
Write like I got a extra pencil, word
We never met, who sent you? Word, word, yeah
Why join 'em? I'd rather bet against you, yeah, yeah, hmm
Never let another nigga check offend you, yeah
Just get yours, just get yours
Yeah, gotta level what's in you
I'm from the era where music videos said, "To be continued" but never continued
While the Lord was drivin' your spirit, the devil was in you, don't wanna bypass
How come it's never funny to no one when I laugh?
Got cool with Mal before he left The Joe Budden Podcast
Don't let your child lose they soul to a iPad, be better parents
This for them rappers that use samples and never clear 'em
Yeah, I bought my parents a F-150 with Panamera
Still gotta make an appearance with the man in the mirror
We from the hood, your stylists don't understand the apparel
We back votin', we Black owners
Strap loaded, but that's only for that moment
I ain't on Clubhouse, ain't tryna chat, homie
I do Apple Pay, Zelle, and Cash App only
And fuck PayPal, them refunds is wack, homie
Even when it's family and friends, they'll send it back, homie
Lost too many disputes, might go back to cash only
And that's facts, homie, yeah
We never met, who sent you? Word, word, yeah
Why join 'em? I'd rather bet against you, yeah, yeah, hmm
Never let another nigga check offend you, yeah
Just get yours, just get yours
(Cedes on the beat)
