CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Who Am I
It’s a micro in the bag put a drum on it
What’s that on your wrist and my neck?
That’s a hundiddy
Let n***a blink if he flex Ima call Pippy
Hit him in the back with the chop make him call Ricky
(Ron Ron load it up Ron Ron load it up)
My Nina Ross profilin’ and she gon’ love you long time
Roll bounce on my neck but I want more diamonds
I could f**k the streets up without a co sign
I came in the function burnt out holdin’ two letters
It’s a Dior shirt but my shoes better
First off I get money I’m mohammed
If he reach Ima shoot him in his face like Bin Laden
Sticks in the car finna strip a n***a proper
He gon’ do a windmill when I hit him with this choppa
I ain’t finna play with no kid we ain’t potty trained
My young n***a jumped out the car he forgot his brain
It’s enough shells here to fill up the coliseum
Chopsticks n***a mop sticks yeah mama mia (sh*t)
My shooter got his peer out
We be at the club doggin’ hoes you n***as dream about
I’m off 10 pills but a op I can see him fine
talkin’ bout nothin’ I can read his mind
n***a what we even doin’ here
I blow his brains out and hang it up for souvenirs
These hoes too conniving
Water on my neck I just went scuba diving (sh*t)
And no you can’t have a ride b*t*h
10 chains on my neck heard who am I b*t*h?
Do what I say she did Simon
Sticks in the car I’m Bin Laden (sh*t)
And no you can’t have a ride b*t*h
10 chains on my neck heard who am I b*t*h?
Who am I b*t*h? Who am I b*t*h?
Who am I b*t*h?
10 chains on my neck heard who am I b*t*h?
She look at my pinky ring the b*t*h start to cry
I think ten thousand up in strip about to die
He could be the good guy I’d rather be the bad guy
Only n***a up in court with a Balenciaga Tie
Pinocchio b*t*h my bag grow when I lie
I got thousand dollar lines n***a and I ain’t lie
I’m just tryna get the top you can keep the apple pie
I’m a big goat n***a you is just a small fry
Never been a smart guy always been a tough guy
I was flyin’ first class she was doin’ standby
I got two chains on but they cost bout five
I’m in a seven series beamer when a n***a drive by
Do what I say she did Simon
Sticks in the car I’m Bin Laden (sh*t)
And no you can’t have a ride b*t*h
10 chains on my neck heard who am I b*t*h?
Who am I b*t*h? Who am I b*t*h?
Who am I b*t*h?
10 chains on my neck heard who am I b*t*h?
I tell her bye b*t*h (What)
I gotta Patek on my left the right a rollie wrist
These n***as broker than a b*t*h I gotta pop sh*t
I bought her Burger King I think she wanted Ruth Chris
Strong money boy your check like a toothpick
You ain’t real got a pocket full of counterfeit
My b*t*hes they nasty Bottega she classy
Heard she got her own bag she don’t even ask me (Rich)
Do what I say she did Simon
Sticks in the car I’m Bin Laden (sh*t)
And no you can’t have a ride b*t*h
10 chains on my neck heard who am I b*t*h?
Who am I b*t*h? Who am I b*t*h?
Who am I b*t*h?
10 chains on my neck heard who am I b*t*h?
What’s that on your wrist and my neck?
That’s a hundiddy
Let n***a blink if he flex Ima call Pippy
Hit him in the back with the chop make him call Ricky
(Ron Ron load it up Ron Ron load it up)
My Nina Ross profilin’ and she gon’ love you long time
Roll bounce on my neck but I want more diamonds
I could f**k the streets up without a co sign
I came in the function burnt out holdin’ two letters
It’s a Dior shirt but my shoes better
First off I get money I’m mohammed
If he reach Ima shoot him in his face like Bin Laden
Sticks in the car finna strip a n***a proper
He gon’ do a windmill when I hit him with this choppa
I ain’t finna play with no kid we ain’t potty trained
My young n***a jumped out the car he forgot his brain
It’s enough shells here to fill up the coliseum
Chopsticks n***a mop sticks yeah mama mia (sh*t)
My shooter got his peer out
We be at the club doggin’ hoes you n***as dream about
I’m off 10 pills but a op I can see him fine
talkin’ bout nothin’ I can read his mind
n***a what we even doin’ here
I blow his brains out and hang it up for souvenirs
These hoes too conniving
Water on my neck I just went scuba diving (sh*t)
And no you can’t have a ride b*t*h
10 chains on my neck heard who am I b*t*h?
Do what I say she did Simon
Sticks in the car I’m Bin Laden (sh*t)
And no you can’t have a ride b*t*h
10 chains on my neck heard who am I b*t*h?
Who am I b*t*h? Who am I b*t*h?
Who am I b*t*h?
10 chains on my neck heard who am I b*t*h?
She look at my pinky ring the b*t*h start to cry
I think ten thousand up in strip about to die
He could be the good guy I’d rather be the bad guy
Only n***a up in court with a Balenciaga Tie
Pinocchio b*t*h my bag grow when I lie
I got thousand dollar lines n***a and I ain’t lie
I’m just tryna get the top you can keep the apple pie
I’m a big goat n***a you is just a small fry
Never been a smart guy always been a tough guy
I was flyin’ first class she was doin’ standby
I got two chains on but they cost bout five
I’m in a seven series beamer when a n***a drive by
Do what I say she did Simon
Sticks in the car I’m Bin Laden (sh*t)
And no you can’t have a ride b*t*h
10 chains on my neck heard who am I b*t*h?
Who am I b*t*h? Who am I b*t*h?
Who am I b*t*h?
10 chains on my neck heard who am I b*t*h?
I tell her bye b*t*h (What)
I gotta Patek on my left the right a rollie wrist
These n***as broker than a b*t*h I gotta pop sh*t
I bought her Burger King I think she wanted Ruth Chris
Strong money boy your check like a toothpick
You ain’t real got a pocket full of counterfeit
My b*t*hes they nasty Bottega she classy
Heard she got her own bag she don’t even ask me (Rich)
Do what I say she did Simon
Sticks in the car I’m Bin Laden (sh*t)
And no you can’t have a ride b*t*h
10 chains on my neck heard who am I b*t*h?
Who am I b*t*h? Who am I b*t*h?
Who am I b*t*h?
10 chains on my neck heard who am I b*t*h?
