Who That Be (Josh Pan & Westine Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your b*tch on me
But you can never do nothing
'Cause your mama raised a pus*y
Every time I walk to the drop top
Can't help but close my eyes
'Cause my whip so glossy
Goddamn, b*tch
I don't smoke no gas
I don't pop no Xans
Hella cake
I just need that ass
Don't worry 'bout no mans
Look at me, look at he
You don't wanna f*ck with we
Hit the streets, roll on me
You gon' end up in the sea

[Bridge 1]
Seven thirty, wake up
Skrrt up in the lobby
Then proceed to flee
All my people riding
In the backseat, on a killing spree
Wait, who that be?
Ready on the count of three
Squeeze the G
Leave the scene
Bouncing like the trampoline
[Chorus]
Getting bread, earn income, mane
Spend it on this Balmain
Work it all night
I might run into the Batman
Don't see no such thing
As a motherf*ckin' bro, mane
You ain't f*cking slick
If you think you in my team, mane

[Verse 2]
We gon' pull up on the kids
With a flat brim cap
And the tats, get the brick
And I don't give a f*ck
Hit 'em with the damn di*ks
Man, hold up, pause
Now they red like Santa Claus
I'm a G
Bet there's something wrong with me
All these mans on the ground
Looking like the dead-ass-sea
Yeah, pull up on me
Sip a high tea 'til I O.D
I don't really give a f*ck no more
Be skrrt-skrrt
Onomatopoe
b*tch Grand Prix
Pull up on a f*cking Enemy
Third degree (Goddamn)
[Bridge 2]
Now I'ma go right back to the crib (To the crib, b*tch)
And leave the f*cking country with the brick
I'd call the cops on myself if I can (If I can)
This sh*t too crazy
Need the f*cking ambulance (Ambulance)
Don't wear no jacket
I just wear that metal vest
Got all this money
But these b*tches unimpressed

[Chorus]
Getting bread, earn income, mane
Spend it on this Balmain
Work it all night
I might run into the Batman
Don't see no such thing
As a motherf*ckin' bro, mane
You ain't f*cking slick
If you think you in my team, mane

[Bridge 1]
Seven thirty, wake up
Skrrt up in the lobby
Then proceed to flee
All my people riding
In the backseat, on a killing spree
Wait, who that be?
Ready on the count of three
Squeeze the G
Leave the scene
Bouncing like the trampoline
Yeah