​​who dis? lyrics

[Chorus: che]
I got a b*tch and she foreign
We not the same but the money congruent
b*tch, I'm a dragon, now that n*gga toothless
I can't decide if I wanted that Ruth Chris
I hit up the phone, n*gga like "who this?"
She like the titties, she working at Hooters
b*tch, I’m Romani, nah, n*gga I do this
[?}, Ah
b*tch, I get mad on the beat (Uh)
That n*gga sad by the way (Uh)
These n*ggas sad and they weak
b*tch wanna go 'cause it happened to me
I gotta stop 'til they go in my teeth
Her motto says I can't fit on a tee
These n*ggas sold, like, give me a ring
These n*ggas know, I ain't sayin' a thing
I gеt them bands a lot
Look at yo' man, he forgot
Like, b*tch, I'm top two, what thе f*ck is a top ten?
Smoking on dank, man, that n*gga rotten
b*tch I ain't Peter, no [?]
[?]
b*tch, I’m 4ersona, my n*gga, you not them
Damn, he got a put on a tee, I'm like goddamn
b*tches want me? Come get my spot then
It got took down when I swerved in the lobby
They ask how much money I made, made a lot bae

[Verse: Stevun]
Came on his own, we got n*ggas in his apartment
Holdin’ my tech, get to the floor
Hit him in the neck, kill six more
Switchin’ to the jets, they gon' all fold
Crack him like an AirTag on his toe
We gon’ leave him dead, now they makin' posts, "R.I.P the bro"
Shouldn't have been a ho, now his body cold
Riding with a blick, pay me what you owe
Shot him in the head, lookin' like an O
Shoot him in the head, crack him like a vase
Choppa finna spread, spread around his face
Out with the old, I can't be replaced
I feel like I'm [?] was the case
I said get the f*ck out of my way
I got the chop’ and I got that Drac'
So you can get knocked running from the K
Said I'm on the block posted with my- (Uh)
Said I'm on the block posted with my gang
Said I'm on the block posted with my {?]
And I got a knock aiming at yo' brother
Said I got a knock aiming at yo' fam'
b*tch, I'm the goat, you know who I am
[?]
I ain't [?], b*tch, I'm him
[Chorus: che]
I got a b*tch and she foreign
We not the same but the money congruent
b*tch, I'm a dragon, now that n*gga toothless
I can't decide if I wanted that Ruth Chris
I hit up the phone, n*gga like "who this?"
She like the titties, she working at Hooters
b*tch, I’m Romani, nah, n*gga I do this
[?], Ah
b*tch, I get mad on the beat (Uh)
That n*gga sad by the way (Uh)
These n*ggas sad and they weak
b*tch wanna go 'cause it happened to me
I gotta stop 'til they go in my teeth
Her motto says I can't fit on a tee
These n*ggas sold, like, give me a ring