Who (Prod By DJ Esco & Metro Boomin)

Foreign cars everywhere

Bad *****es everywhere take the tool everywhere

We make this money everywhere

Everywhere everywhere everywhere everywhere

These ****** straight outta the hood

They goin' to paris

That whip that we whippin' exotic

These *****es exotic on gas

Pull up and hop out a foreign car

And I'm gettin' trailed by a foreign broad

I'm livin' life like an avatar

I got a stick when I pull up on y'all

Who the **** think I'm a sucka

Who the **** think I won't pull up and let loose

I got three *****es with me

I'ma pull up on bleveland they gon' **** the crew

Who gonna stop me now who's gonna stop me now

Who's gonna stop me boy who

I can't get all of you somebody come with me

Just in case you can tie shoes

How many times have I told you

If you don't **** everyone that'll be rude

How many times have I told you

To bring me me bags and you could be cool

Check gang

Let's have a moment of silence for ****** ain't 'round with us

Doin' bookin' come through

Splash on ****** on the gas on ******

In milan eatin' fettuccine

Front row with the fashion show ******

**** around and go buy a lamborghini

I'm goin' nascar on ******

Puffin' on the la la

I've been the fly guy when ****** rocked izod

I'm movin' chickens like popeye

Old money new money

***** never gettin' old threw a young ***** rock

Cookin' up the raw **** right now

Cookin' up the raw **** right now

Used to break down a whole ounce

I used to break down a whole ounce

I gotta weigh the money up now

It's takin' too long for me to count

Decisions decisions

You ****in' with me that's a head on collision

Them macs and them tecs and them fn's them 9 s

We hustled we struggled we made it and grind

***** this avatar

Aye the young thug goin' brazy young thug goin' brazy

Hannah montana bangin' in red bandanas blatt blatt

They wanna **** on me cause I keep choppas with ammo

****** gon' hate on me cause I'm at the top with bro though

Oooh head honcho hold up kick in your mom door shoot with the 4 4

Hell is you doin'

Hold up wait I can't breathe *****

Half a mil' I done took on my street *****

All white thug fit I won't eat *****

Ran off with them keys I won't see them ******

Geeked up but the money geek

I run bands up on another street

Best stylist in the world can't dress me

Keep a pistol just in case he wanna test me

I keep racks and all of my ****** gon' eat

I keep racks and all of my ****** gon' eat

Where's tar man I need me some xans

I just left the beach I'm having all of the sand

Pull up and hop out a foreign car

And I'm gettin' trailed by a foreign broad

I'm livin' life like an avatar

I got a stick when I pull up on y'all

Who the **** think I'm a sucka

Who the **** think I won't pull up and let loose

I got three *****es with me

I'ma pull up on bleveland they gon' **** the crew

Who gonna stop me now who's gonna stop me now

Who's gonna stop me boy who

I can't get all of you somebody come with me

Just in case you can tie shoes

How many times have I told you

If you don't **** everyone that'll be rude

How many times have I told you

To bring me me bags and you could be cool