Who Is That lyrics

[Intro]
Aye
(Sosa on the beat)
Aye, n*gga
Aye, it's me and gang, n*gga, take n*gga
Got the Backwood, got the cup, n*gga
Shoot you if you say sum', ayy
You know how we rockin', bro
Ayy, ayy, bang, bang, n*gga, ayy

[Chorus]
Boy, my f*cking watch cost a brick (Fff, beep)
And my favorite car, the X6 (The X6)
Stop the f*cking flexing, boy, you not with the sh*ts (Not with the sh*ts)
Point this pistol at his stomach, blow a n*gga sh*t back (Bang bang)
We take the streets and start locking the sh*ts (I lock it)
These choppa shells the same size as a Budweiser 6 pack (Grrah bang, bang bang)
Got some money, still tote choppas and sh*t (fff bang bang bang)
Knock-knock at my door, I'm at the peep hole like who is that? (Who the f*ck is this? ayy)

[Bridge]
What you want, man?
Who the f*ck is this? ayy
f*ck is this? ayy
Who the f*ck is this? ayy
[Verse 1]
What you need, a f*cking six pack? (Six pack)
Knocking on my door (Knock knock), is you with the damn feds? (Damn feds n*gga, wassup huh?)
What you need, a f*cking ten pack? (f*ckin ten pack n*gga)
Give me a hundred, pus*y, you can get that (You can get that)
You say, "f*ck Glo" out your mouth, we push your f*cking wig back (Push your wig back, bang, bang)
We got pistols in the club, f*ck security, we slid that
I flow so hard, it made bulletproof sh*t crack
I’m Snoop Dizzle, I’m the motherf*cking shiznat (I'm the shiznat, b*tch)
I'm rolling in that Koenigsegg (That Koenigsegg)
The car that all the hoes wanna give a kiss (Thotty, thotty)
I'm smoking on that p*ss sack (That p*ss)
It smell like I just got done taking a p*ss (That dope)
You smoking on that sh*t pack (Smokin' on that sh*t pack)
And it smell like you just got done taking a sh*t (A sh*t)
I'mma customize a SIG MAC (SIG, ayy)
'Cause you ain't never seen that sh*t (Nah)
She suck my di*k, I gave that b*tch a Tic Tac (Lil b*tch, Tic Tac, b*tch)
Then told that hoe to get the f*ck out my sh*t (Get out my car)
They cut the gates, now we coming in the back (We in the back of that thang, bang bang)
Catch yo ass, barbecue you in with that (Bang bang, woo, in that f*cking thang)
Dear Mister Your Honor, I ain't sinning yet (Your honor, phew, nah)
I'm just getting money, I'm all in with that (Just gettin' dough)
He should've, could've, would've, boy, you couldn't sh*t (You couldn't have been that)
It's Back From the Dead 2, I'm zombie-ing, b*tch (BFTD2, n*gga, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, BFTD2, n*gga, yeah, yeah, n*gga, ayy)
[Chorus]
Boy, my f*cking watch cost a brick (Cost a brick, aye aye)
And my favorite car, the X6 (The X6)
Stop the f*cking flexing, boy, you not with the sh*ts (Not with the sh*ts)
Point this pistol at his stomach, blow a n*gga sh*t back (Bang bang)
We take the streets and start locking the sh*ts (I lock, lock, lock)
These choppa shells the same size as a Budweiser 6 pack (Size as a Budweiser 6 pack)
Got some money, still tote choppas and sh*t (Like bang, bang)
Knock knock at my door, I'm at the peep hole like who is that? (Who the f*ck is that?)

[Verse 2]
Pull off coming back (Skrt), turn you to a running back (Into a running back, bang)
Pull up in New Jersey, Mapes and Bergen n*gga, slump yo ass (Slump a n*gga, gang)
I'm off the Henny, and the PepsiXanax, and the Thrax (Off the f*ckin' thang)
In the flesh, pull up, leave a n*gga flat (Skrt bang, bang, bang)
Leave a n*gga on his back (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
He should've f*cking had his back-up (Damn, his damn)
Bullets gave him a disease (To his tummy, bang bang)
Now this pus*y need a f*cking checkup (Bang bang, gang gang)
Bullets give his ass the hiccups (Bang, bang, bang, huh, bang)
You want war? n*gga, get up, let's get up (Bang, bang, bang, let's get it, let's get it n*gga, let's get it bang, let's get it)
I’m an artist, I paint pictures, n*gga, I run it, n*gga (Bang bang bang, I rant n*gga, bang bang)

[Chorus]
Boy, my f*cking watch cost a brick (Cost brick)
And my favorite car, the X6 (Skrt, skrt skrt)
Stop the f*cking flexing, boy, you not with the sh*ts (Nah, not with the sh*ts)
Point this pistol at his stomach, blow a n*gga sh*t back (Click-clack, bang bang)
We take the streets and start locking the sh*ts (Skrt, skrt)
These choppa shells the same size as a Budweiser 6 pack (Size as a Budweiser 6 pack)
Got some money still tote choppas and sh*t (Like bang)
Knock knock at my door, I'm at the peep hole like who is that? (Who the f*ck is that?)