Who Is That lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy
(Sosa on the beat)
Ayy, n*gga
Ayy, 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 (Ftftft, 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 six pack (Grrah bang, bang bang)
Got some money, still tote choppas and sh*t (Ftftft, bang, bang, bang)
Knock-knock at my door, I'm at the peephole 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*cking 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 (We slid it, n*gga)
I flow so hard, it made bulletproof sh*t crack (sh*t crack, b*tch)
I’m Snoop Dizzle, I’m the motherf*cking shiznat, b*tch (I'm the shiznat, b*tch)
I'm rolling in that Koenigsegg (That Koenigsegg, skrrt, skrrt)
The car that all the hoes wanna give a kiss (Thotty, thotty)
Ayy, I'm smoking on that p*ss sack (That p*ss)
It smell like I just got done taking the p*ss (That dope)
You smoking on that sh*t pack (Smoking on that sh*t pack)
And it smell like you just got done taking a sh*t (A sh*t)
I had to customize a SIG MAC (SIG, ayy, 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 ho 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 getting 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, ayy, ayy)
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 six pack (Size as a Budweiser six pack)
Got some money, still tote choppas and sh*t (Like bang, bang)
Knock knock at my door, I'm at the peephole like, "Who is that?" (Who the f*ck is that?)

[Verse 2]
Pull off coming back (Skrrt), 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 Pepsi, Xanax, and the Thrax (Off the f*ckin' thang)
In the flesh, pull up, leave a n*gga flat (Skrrt, 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 ran n*gga, bang, bang)

[Chorus]
Boy, my f*cking watch cost a brick (Cost a brick)
And my favorite car, the X6 (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
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 (Skrrt, skrrt)
These choppa shells the same size as a Budweiser six pack (Size as a Budweiser six pack)
Got some money still tote choppas and sh*t (Like bang)
Knock knock at my door, I'm at the peephole like, "Who is that?" (Who the f*ck is that?)