WhoThatBe lyrics

[Intro: YTD]
Aye
Of that gin and juice
You mothaf*ckas looking stupid. I'ma get it loose
I ain't your f*cking friend
Please don't play pretend
He burst my bubble then I look at him
Like who that be?

[Chorus: YTD]
Man who that f*cking be?
Who that rotten boy?
I smoke a 5th to calm me down
I'm 'bout to pop roid
I hit 'em where it hurts
Dancing on his purse
That money nowhere that's for certain
You ain't 'bout that work

[Verse 1: YTD]
Man you ain't 'bout that cheese
Call me in a week
Man I be working hard
b*tch I'm f*cking scarred
Man I be turning up
'Bout to smoke a blunt
I promise that I'm 'bout to sherbert on this f*cking c*nt
Man I don't need no talk
Talking f*cking tuff
I'm 'bout to roll it up
In a f*cking blunt
I'll never see again
'Cause b*tch I'm 'bout to bust
I'm 'bout to bust right on her face
I'm 'bout to get my nut
Rush
[Verse 2: MVKO]
Don't pass the boy no mid
'Cause all we smoke is gasoline
That sh*t that knock you out
And turn your eyes into some slot machine
These pus*ys wanna push my patience
Wanna test me come and see all?
All I need's one shot the magazine holds 17
Most you boys are beneath us
Dirty pond full of leeches
Whole crowd jump when the beat cuts
Have respect when you greet us
So just leave me alone
I don't got time for new friends
Read the words carved in the stones
The prophecies I must defend
Can't hide from the thoughts
That constantly inside my head
Loosin' touch with my sanity
Inside I'm f*cking dead
Succubus, she sold my soul
I still got her in my bed
Sever ties to my lifelines
Hangin' on just by a thread
Anybody really wanna get that sh*t
Got the cleaver in my hand
'Bout to swing that sh*t
I'm so sick of mothaf*ckas
That thinkin' that they can touch us
I'm about to f*ckin' run up and kill that b*tch
Your b*tch, she be lovin' on me
Whenever I see her she down on her knees
Countin' my cheddar I'm stackin this cheese
Grabbin' her throat and I give it a squeeze
[Chorus: YTD]
Man who that f*cking be?
Who that rotten boy`?
I smoke a 5th to calm me down
I'm 'bout to pop roid
I hit 'em where it hurts
Dancing on his purse
That money nowhere that's for certain
You ain't 'bout that work
Rush