I Are lyrics

[Chorus: Paniqk B.]
Lil b*tch let me tell you who the f*ck I are
Let me tell you who the f*ck I are
Lil b*tch let me tell you who the f*ck I are
Let me tell you who the f*ck I are

[Wokstar]
Lil b*tch let me tell you who the f*ck I is
A young n*gga told lil baby come and bring my sh*t
A hot n*gga I ain't gotta hit no god damn licks
I make her get it out your pockets baby bring my strips
I'm off the wall with it, bold n*gga
Nina make it cold with it
And sending shots through your muthaf*ckin woah n*gga
Give a damn f*ck if you short or if you tall n*gga
Rocking with this Tec I can show you how to fall n*gga
Big chops busting ain't no time for the tick tock
No I ain't on sh*t but damn I really need a wristwatch
b*tch stop bugging on me baby keep your lips locked
Pay me out this wallet for a verse and let that sh*t drop b*tch!

[Trvgedy]
I told him talk is cheap so don't waste my Tik Tok
I had to kill some time so I done murdered my wristwatch
My lines doper than coke wrapped in a Ziploc
Heavy metal, pistol whip a n*gga like I'm Slipknot (GOD DAMN)
I'm in the cut like a surgery at the red light
You better keep going cause it ain't no telling when it'll be your night
Had a f*cked up feeling, them n*ggas just wasn't moving right
Focus on your grind cause one day it's gone be your time to shine
What you gone do with it?! (GOD DAMN)
Is you gone stack and get your money up or you gone f*ck it off and act a fool with it?
Let's figure out this blueprint!
It's a thousand ways to get it out the muscle if you're really bout them blue strips!
It's not about how rich you get, you gotta make it last
Life is a b*tch, I got her on her knees with a mask
She want me to beat it up, I told her give me cash in advance
I'm always thinking about another way to stack up my bands
This sh*t is a competition and if you ain't first then you're last
You don't have a pot to p*ss in, n*gga go and get you a bag
I'm one of the reasons why these n*ggas always going out sad
My girlfriend harder than most of you n*ggas and that sh*t hella sad (GOD DAMN)
Let me tell you who the f*ck I am!
5 figures, no kids, yeah b*tch I'm him!
And I'm balling so hard that I broke the rim! (GOD DAMN)
Running a mile in my shoes, you might break a limb! (GOD DAMN)
Aye, let me tell you who the f*ck I am! (GOD DAMN)
Let me tell you who the f*ck I am! (GOD DAMN)