Who That Be (Josh Pan & West1ne Remix)

Rich Brian

歌词

Yo ***** on me but you can never do nothing

Cuz yo momma raised a *****

Everytime I walk to the drop top, can't help but

Close my eyes cuz my whip so glossy

God damn *****, 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 **** with we

Hit the streets roll on me, you gon end up in the sea

7: 30 wake up skrt up in the lobby then proceed to flee

All my people riding in the back seat on a killing spree

Wait, who that be? ready on the count of 3

Squeeze that G, leave that scene

Bouncin like the trampoline

Getting bread earn income (man)

Spend it on this Balmain

Working all night I might run into the Bat(man)

I don't see no such thing as a ************* bro mane

You ain't ******* slick if you think you in my team mane

We gon' pull up on the kids with a flat brim cap and the tats get the brick

And I don't give a **** hit em with the damn ****s

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, lookin like the dead ass sea

Yeah, pull up on me, sip a high-t, till I OD

I don't really give a **** no more b

Skrrt skrrt onamonapee, ***** Grand Prix

Pull up on a ****** enemy, 3rd degree

Now imma go right back to the crib (to the crib *****)

And leave the ****** country with the brick (loudpack)

I'd call the cops on myself if I can, (if I can)

This **** too crazy need the ****** ambulance (ambulance)

Don't wear no jackets, I just wear that metal vest (skrrt skrrt)

Got all this money but these b*****s unimpressed (yea, yea, yea)