Who Is She lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, Wick, that's fire, run that back)
F's
F's, F's
You know who we do it for
Baow
Baow, baow, baow

[Chorus:]
Better get out the way when I'm flickin' for Nu' (Nunu, n*gga)
Fatboy ducked, get out the stu'
When we troopin' in Drew, it's just me and the Wuu (Me and the Wuu)
Ain't nobody in 4 then we out to the 2 (We out to the 2)
We let it boom every trip on the Makks (Every trip on the Makks)
With the Wuu, bend the Nich', tryna throw back to back (Tryna throw back to back)
Fatboy ducked, shout out the Hat (Shout out the hat)
Every trip on the Makks, had 'em duckin' the gat
OY dead everyday, a nеw pack (Like, oh my god)
AJ Wvttz got shot and collapsed (Got shot and collapsed)
EK Bop, shot in his back
Pop, wе had to beat on the Makk (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
f*ck the 2, we still smokin' on Damo (Smokin' on Damo)
Bino, Q, two piece combo
Edot Baby, CJ Osama (Oh, oh)
Sugarhill Mel, Notti, Wasca (Oh, Oh)
B-Boy tried to run, bullets ripped through his back
2-3 zone, they gon' fall for the trap
Like, like, where n*ggas at?
We was troopin' through blocks, had to back out my hat
Like who the f*ck is the Makks? EK hit, we tappin' our backs
Fat boy lucky, he was flickin' his wrists, next day word to bro he was duckin' the gat
Like this sh*t makin' me mad
They kept trollin', next day they was sad
Free the Wuu's from that scene, n*ggas thought he was tagged
Pop wanna troll, we beat his ass
Fat boy ducked, why you dissin' my mans?
No we don't fight n*gga, we got the tans
No scap, bring 'em down wit' the hands
We had 'em duckin', we made 'em dance
Naz wanna troll, you got slapped
Not wit' the hand, wit' the gat
The Rollas not wit' me, I call up the Hat
Oh that's a Kreep, you could tell by the tat
Oh they not on the 4? Then we out to the deuce
First Makk that I see, word to bro he go poof
We was troopin' in 40, how I end up in Drew?
Gotta throw up the 5 when I'm flickin' for Nu'
And G on my side, it gon' shoot
When I fly out the Whoopt', what the f*ck they gon' do?
Fat boy ran, he left his school
Back to back up the block tryna do what I do
Damo dead, them n*ggas tight
Notti dead, he died by the knife
Bino, Q, Kreep cyphe
Pop wanna troll, we shoulda took his life