WHO THIS? lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, listen

[Chorus: $NOT]
In the front door tryna get inside, I don't know where to go (Yeah)
Hitting my phone up like what we doin', let me know (What we doin?)
Tryna play all these games, I ain't got no space up on my phone
And I'm all by myself 'cause I prefer to be alone (Go)
Got two-hundred on the dash, I'm a go so fast, lil' n*gga don't crash
I'm a cash out with all these racks out, I'm a show you what this about
Got a hundred bands in my pocket, I'm a buy these diamonds for all in my mouth
Got two-hundred bands in my pocket, I'm a buy that sh*t right now for my house
I'm a flex on n*ggas, I don't give a f*ck 'bout that b*tch, I'm like who this?
Twenty bands, thirty bands, I'm a walk in the store, I’ma buy all of this sh*t (Hey)
You a broke n*gga, talk like a broke n*gga, can't even come inside my whip
Every time that I cry, I'm a count my cash, can't give you all these-

[Verse: DC The Don]
Obviously I keep a cutta
Range Rover keep swervin', 88GLAM, live from the gutta (Hey)
Pull up in that f*ckin' Bruce Wayne, yeah, Rush Hour, Chris Tucker
Raf Simon, racks out I'm flooded, I'm feelin' like Quavo with this ice glacier
Bad b*tches outside keep sl*ttin'
I told $NOT to swerve out with the GOATs
I'm a flex up, sh*t gettin' wrecked up, diamonds too cold they like “Damn, who this?”
Diamonds dancin' now she said she gon' swallow me
Like is that yo' b*tch boy, tell the truth, you just mad 'cause yo' b*tch keep on followin' me (Yeah)
Like why the f*ck she keep on callin'?
Range Rover, keep swervin'
I'm in Canada feelin' like I am a billionaire
And I drop thirty in Amsterdam
Pull up Aventador, I'm tryna sit back
Drank keep on talkin' to me, I just chit-chat
I'm too high in this b*tch, now I look like an Alien
Flyin', lil' b*tch, b*tch, a sport, a Mercedes-Benz
Why in the f*ck is your b*tch on my page again?
Maybe 'cause I am so loaded and that n*gga not, ha, yeah
Who the f*ck is this callin' again, they get blocked
[Chorus: $NOT]
In the front door tryna get inside, I don't know where to go (Yeah)
Hitting my phone up like what we doin', let me know (What we doin?)
Tryna play all these games, I ain't got no space up on my phone
And I'm all by myself 'cause I prefer to be alone (Go)
Got two-hundred on the dash, I'm a go so fast, lil' n*gga don't crash
I'm a cash out with all these racks out, I'm a show you what this about
Got a hundred bands in my pocket, I'm a buy these diamonds for all in my mouth
Got two-hundred bands in my pocket, I'm a buy that sh*t right now for my house
I'm a flex on n*ggas, I don't give a f*ck 'bout that b*tch, I'm like who this?
Twenty bands, thirty bands, I'm a walk in the store, I’ma buy all of this sh*t (Hey)
You a broke n*gga, talk like a broke n*gga, can't even come inside my whip
Every time that I cry, I'm a count my cash, can't give you all these bricks (Hey)