Who It Is lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Love hurts but I ain't tripping
Sip lean so I can't feel it
Feds been on my di*k lately
Kill a n*gga if he can't zip it
Full cups and stank swishers
I rap different, I think different
They told me stay in my lane, put on my blinker
I'm a lane switcher
Camo shorts and pain killers
Wood grain gripping my Rolls Royce
I wet these pus*y n*ggas up
I guess I make these hoes moist
My blunt fat like Kris Kringle
My kush strong like John Cena
New Orleans is my lingo
And my hoes they love to deep throat yea
I'm so, I'm so Hollygrove
If you didn't know well, now you know
Got a Spanish b*tch on my mattress
I'm a f*ck her good then it's "vamanos"
Got a pound of weed and a pound of coke
My white girl about to overdose
We'll keep shooting at a dead body
n*gga that's a Holy Ghost
Lil Tunechi
[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Whip down brought a couple bands
Jagged Smith and Wesson in my pants
Street n*gga yeah I love to sag
All a n*gga know is chase a bag
Out of town meeting with the plug
Conversation ended with a hug
Puerto Rican flowing through my blood
n*gga disrespect me then it's going up
By myself in everybody city
Gangsta I don't need nobody with me
15 learning how to whip it
17 Church's with the chickens
Dreka fine ass she be really with it
Eating booty with a thumb up in her kitty
Stroke her pus*y while I'm sucking on her titties
No it's not important I just had to mention
I took my lick I came back kept it pushing
n*ggas be ratting on friends cause they pus*y
Call me Chef Kevin I know how to cook it
Flash out in public don't care who be looking
Die for my respect, thank the lord I'm blessed
I don't get tired, never time to rest
Running up a bag, all about a check
n*gga disrespect me, comin' at his neck
[Verse 3: Fetty Wap]
You know it ain't no one it’s only you baby
You know I ain't gon waste no time on you baby
I’m running 'round and 'round the world with you baby
You know I ain't gon waste no time on you baby
YEAHHH
You'll have the time of your life baby
You know I ain't living right baby
You'll have the time of your life baby
You might baby
YEAHHH

[Verse 4: Kodak Black]
From the ugly corner out to LA (I'm out in LA)
Kodak done brought the poka out to LA (I brought the poka)
Back when I was small I used to be pushing weight (when I was little)
Now my pockets large 'cause I been gaining weight (I'm getting greedy)
See no I'm not from NO but my n*ggas is (they from New Orleans)
Kodak had the strap since a lil' kid (when I was small)
Gonna buy my mom a house when I get filthy rich (when i get rich)
Remember I used to ask my mom for 50 cents (I was broke)
On them jiggas smoking kush it's always loud (I'm getting high)
Now I rock designer I got money now (I'm getting fly)
Now my b*tches finer I got money now (I'm getting money)
I been in the streets since a lil' child (since a baby)
Project baby I just bought a Jaguar (just got the coupe)
f*ck with me that n*gga gonna be flat lined (he gonna be down)
I still keep the poka on me all times (I keep the poka)
I just want the world I think it's all mines (its all mine)
[Verse 5: Lil Uzi Vert]
I just went copped me a bezel yeah
I f*cked your b*tch in a sweater yeah
She wanna kiss I don't let her yeah
Walk out yo house in margielas yeah
Me and Brittney in the coupe yeah
2000 dollars a tooth yeah
I go so hard in the booth yeah
I f*ck these b*tches in 2s yeah
I f*ck these b*tches in 2s yeah
They be on me like I'm glue yeah
f*ck with Brittney Ima shoot yeah
f*ck with Brittney Ima shoot yeah
You cannot be Uzi U yeah
My money old and yours new yeah
Got the Goyard bag on my back watch me flex
Got the Rick Owens jeans and my pockets full of racks
Took your main b*tch and I won't give her back
Made a hundred in a day now I'm like what's next

[Verse 6: Young Thug]
I'm in love with my baby
And I f*ck with my baby
Got 40k all in my pocket
And it's all for baby
Down to ride if a n*gga wanna try you
It go up for my baby
Cause that be my bestfriend and my slime
Pour a cup for you baby
And my diamonds be cold like the winter
Take a look at my watch let it snow
Ain't got time for these pus*y lil n*ggas
Cause my shawty got pots on the stove
Ima buy a new bag every week
Ima put my lil shawty in mink
Cause I got a bag under the car
Ima ride for my dawg what you think
Ok me candy taught me cardio
I’m bouto keep it tucked and tightened yo
A girl that’s down and tell me we gotta go
We flying around from LA to Hollygrove
A cup with a cup I try to told
I double the cup pour that purple up
Got shawty all in my perimeter
I f*ck on that b*tch on the comforter
I f*ck on that b*tch cause I love with her
I f*ck on that baby I love with her yeah

[Verse 7: Lil Yachty]
I just did a show and I made a deposit
I got bands flowing all out my pocket
I might f*ck around and f*ck a n*gga momma
I got jewels all on my designer
Hating ass n*ggas all mad cause I'm winning
After 1Night the folks thought I was finished
I dropped out cause I didn't like school
But I'ma still make it do what it do
Counting all these bands
f*cking all these fans
b*tches love the boat
Cooler than a fan
I got red hair
Money in my pants
Wrapped in rubber bands
I'm the f*cking man

[Verse 8: 21 Savage]
Young savage b*tch walk around with a pistol
Young savage b*tch and I'll shoot your f*ckin sister
Keep the heater on me cause I never trust a n*gga
Slaughter gang sh*t, I'll kill you with my n*ggas
Young Savage gotta have a AK In my trunk
Murder gang sh*t f*ck with me and Ima dump
I'll wet up your block and leave and you and your homies slumped
Pull up in a foreign, kill a n*gga with the pump
f*ck Donald Trump
b*tch it's 21
I been killing n*ggas on your block since I was young
I been killing n*ggas on your block cause it was fun
I light up your momma crib make it look like the sun

[Verse 9: Young Dolph]
I pulled up in something that you probably can't pronounce
I'm the king of Memphis, told my city I'll hold it down
My young n*ggas got choppers hold more than 100 rounds
Since I start moving weight I gained almost 100 pound
Real street n*gga in a Lamborghini
With all this money in my face you can't even barely see me
With all this pus*y in my face I can't even barely breathe
Got all this smoke up in my car got me looking Chinese

[Verse 10: 2 Chainz]
My outfit cost a hundred grand
You want a feature? That's a hundred grand
To book a show that's a chicken
Should've said that's a hundred grand
Yeezy told me "Stay flexing on 'em"
Weezy told me "Start blasting on 'em"
I done f*cked so many bad b*tches
This year I had to start passing on 'em
I pull in the lot, my car autopark, I push it to start (Yeah)
You try me like samples, I call up my goons, you get popped like a tart
A hundred grand to spend time with me
She lucky if she get 5 minutes
Then I call her a Uber
Hell nah, you can't ride with me

[Outro: Birdman]
98 Lambs
40 paper plates
30 houses
20 cars
9 swimming pools
37 Motorola phones
You understand me, playboy?
We drinking GTV
Rich gang, you understand me?
Put some respect on my name, playboy
Birdman
94 flatscreens
27 houses with garages
27 houses with 3 garages
Palm trees
12 glasses of lemonade
GTV, you understand me?
(bird call) Rich Gang
And 3 artists, on the label, trying to sign more
You understand me, playboy?
All three of them, you understand me?
Magno-
Ms. Gladys
95 foam plates