Who Are U lyrics

[Intro]
I be wondering man like
Who the f*ck are you man?
Who are you? I don't know

[Chorus]
I got pounds and bricks of yayo, who are you? (Who are you?)
Lotta shootas on the payroll, who are you? (Who are you?)
b*tch I'm runnin' through a check, who are you? (Fff beep beep)
Hood n*gga with respect, who are you? (Who are you?)
Who are you? (Who are you?) Who are you?
Keep some shooters on deck, who are you? (Bang, bang bang)
Grab the nine or the TEC, who are you? (Bang, bang, bang)
Who are you? Who are you?

[Verse 1]
Shoot that n*gga man, stomp that n*gga (What?)
He ain't Front$treet, man f*ck that n*gga (f*ck)
Wanna go to war? What, you upset n*gga? (Let's get it)
Guess how many ran when I up my pistol (Bang bang bang bang)
Gettin' head while I'm countin' Benjs
I swear the Lord can be my witness (I swear to God man)
Hundred thousand off them chicken (What?)
My n*ggas eatin', no Thanksgiving (Trap)
Shoot that n*gga, expose that n*gga (What?)
sh*t get real, gon' fold ass n*gga (Fake ass n*ggas)
I don't f*ck with no old ass n*ggas (Hell nah)
All I f*ck with them young ass n*ggas (Ahahah)
Dumb ass n*gga, c*ck gun back n*gga
Got my team like a runback n*gga
Pop a couple Xans and I roll a lot of swishers
Forget everything, I think I shot four n*ggas (What the f*ck just happened?)
Don't go nowhere if I ain't got my f*ckin' pistol (Pistol)
[Chorus]
I got pounds and bricks of yayo, who are you?
Lotta shootas on the payroll, who are you?
b*tch I'm runnin' through a check, who are you?
Hood n*gga with respect, who are you?
Who are you? Who are you?
Keep some shooters on deck, who are you?
Grab the nine or the TEC, who are you?
Who are you? Who are you?

[Verse 2]
I'm Fredo from Front Street, who the f*ck is you? (Big Boss)
Got a hunnid f*ckin' guns, I ain't even gotta shoot (Nah)
And I'm high off Xanax right now in the booth (Boss)
Might pull off with ya boo when I pull up in that coupe (Skrt)
b*tch I'm runnin' out of bricks, time to call Jesús (Warrup man!)
You can catch me roll one and tryna dodge the State troops (f*ck 'em)
Young "Trapper of the Year", man that ain't nothin' new (Trap king Fredo, man)
Man you know how I do, might pull up get to shootin' (Bang bang)
Flexin' on them, hurtin' they feelings (f*ck 'em)
f*cked yo b*tch then I keep it pimpin' (f*ck that thot)
My favorite spot is the kitchen (Skrt)
I swear I love water whippin' (Whip)

[Chorus]
I got pounds and bricks of yayo, who are you? (What?)
Lotta shootas on the payroll, who are you? (Who are you?)
b*tch I'm runnin' through a check, who are you? (Who are you?)
Hood n*gga with respect, who are you? (What?)
Who are you? Who are you? (Who are you?)
Keep some shooters on deck, who are you? (Bang bang)
Grab the nine or the TEC, who are you? (Bang bang bang)
Who are you? (Who are you?) Who are you?