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Chief Keef

Who Is That

 

Who Is That

(album: Back From The Dead 2 - 2014)


[Hook:]
Boy my fucking watch cost a brick
And my favorite car, the X6
Stop the fucking flexing boy you not with the shits
Point this pistol at his stomach, blow it nigga shit
Once we start taking streets, we start locking these shits
We popping shells, same size as Budweiser 6
Got some money still tote choppas and shit
Knock knock at my door, I'm at the peep hole like who is that?

What you need a fucking six pack?
Knocking on my door, is you with the damn feds?
What you need a fucking 10 pack?
Give me a hundred, pussy you can get that
You say fuck Glo out your mouth we push your fucking wig back
We got pistols in the club, fuck security we slid that
I flow so hard, it made bullet proof shit crack
I'm Snoop Dizzle I'm the motherfucking shiznat
I'm rolling in that [?]
All these hoes wanna give a kiss
I'm smoking on that piss sack
It smell like I just gone done taking a piss
You smoking on that shit pack
And it smell like you just got done taking a shit
Imma customize a SIG MAC
Cause you ain't never seen that shit
She suck my dick and i gave that bitch a tic-tac
Then told that ho to get the fuck out my shit
They come through gates, now we coming in the back
Catch yo ass barbecue you in with that
Dear Mr your honor I ain't sinning it yet
I'm just getting money I'm all in with that
HE should've could've would've he boy you couldn't shit
It's Back From the Dead 2, I'm zombie-ing bitch

[Hook]

Pull off coming back, turn you into a running back
Pull up in New Jersey, maybe in Bergen nigga, slump yo ass
I'm off the Henny, and the Pepsis, Xanax, and the Thrax
In the flesh, pull up leave a nigga flat
Leave a nigga on his back, he should've fucking had his backup
Bullets gave him a disease, now this pussy need a fucking checkup
Bullets gave his ass the hiccups, you want war nigga get up
On my auntie I paint pictures nigga, I bang nigga

[Hook]

done

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