WHO DIS? lyrics

[Intro]
Ah

[Chorus]
Who this in this b*tch that got them n*ggas out the house
Who this that got them n*ggas out the trenches
Who this in this b*tch that got them n*ggas with extensions
Who this in this b*tch that got them n*ggas in my mentions
Who this in this b*tch that got them n*ggas in they feelings
Who this in this b*tch that got the nine in they britches
Who this in this b*tch that say they still countin' bands and they flexin' on the gram but, they still penny pinchin'
Youngest in my city but, I feel like the top dog
Don't care if you livin' in the street you gettin' knocked off
Shoot you like a 9 to 5, n*gga you get clocked out
Pull up to the party with my gang, who let the dogs out
n*ggas countin' bands but they still tryna rob me
Brody hit you and your mans tryna rob me
Countin' hella money, I been countin' all yеar

[Verse]
Talkin' 'bout some money with my cousins all year
Pull up doublе r you gon' see it on the curb
n*gga said he clutchin' on the nine that absurd
Claimin' you a gangster but, you lyin' on your word
All your homies dyin', they dyin' off the syrup
When I'm by myself I be geeked like a nerd
Walk up in the mall I get fly as a bird
Talkin' on the guys said I'm high as the lord
315 on pine street leave them blurred
Hella, Hella wannabes, Hella wannabes
Yeah they used to hate on me, now they copy me
(Hahahaha) laughin' to the bank, (Hahahaha) laughin' to the bank
Yeah, yeah, Oh-oh, Mmm, Mmm
[Chorus]
Who this in this b*tch that got them n*ggas out the house
Who this that got them n*ggas out the trenches
Who this in this b*tch that got them n*ggas with extensions
Who this in this b*tch that got them n*ggas in my mentions
Who this in this b*tch that got them n*ggas in they feelings
Who this in this b*tch that got the nine in they britches
Who this in this b*tch that say they still countin' bands and they flexin' on the gram but, they still penny pinchin'
Youngest in my city but, I feel like the top dog
Don't care if you livin' in the street you gettin' knocked off
Shoot you like a 9 to 5, n*gga you get clocked out
Pull up to the party with my gang, who let the dogs out
n*ggas countin' bands but they still tryna rob me
Brody hit you and your mans tryna rob me
Countin' hella money, I been countin' all year