Who

(album: MellowLOvation Music - 2023)

Bitch, I been partying all my life
Since a kid I been involved with drugs
Homie starting fights, in the end it would get resolved with guns
Your best friend fucked your girl
Hard to trust anyone, you heartless
Kill the bystander that was innocent
When you went shooting up his apartment
Shit, my life always been a bitch
Fuck that ho and the whole cancel culture
Bitch said she got groped she brought dope
And started dancing on us
Motherfuckers can't go on the Gram and start a rant
And not expect the consequence to
Cross my path and not get hands put on 'em
I could care less how you have sex
Or your stance on politics
Said I should use Twitter and TikTok more
But I feel childish
Having sex with an alcoholic bitch
We don't remember fucking
Unholy hypocrites always criticizing me for nothing

I'm like
Who? Who the fuck are you?
Who? Who the fuck are you?
Who? Who the fuck are you?
Fucking up my mood
And I'm like
Who? Who the fuck are you?
Who? Who the fuck are you?
Who? Who the fuck are you?
I shoot, my crew gon' follow suit
Bitch

You can save that hippie shit unless you talking herbal strains
Catching cases can't be erased
By meditating, burning sage or reading Tarot cards
Hoes wearing yoga pants, I know her man was noticing me
Looking at the mold of her cameltoe imprint
These hoes shed they clothes and pose then go and test you
But you are total stranger, came to the city
Then she met you
Said it was strictly sexual, now she's catching feelins
But how many dudes are still in
Your inbox with they dick out, bitch
I doubt that I was special
Yeah, I called you bitch
Biatch, why you so naive
I think that she might want to be my one and only
Pick a ring out from the kiosk
But I'm guessing she don't realize we ain't Justin and Cameron Diaz
Now she creeping on IG live
How she [?]

I'm like
Who? Who the fuck are you?
Who? Who the fuck are you?
Who? Who the fuck are you?
Fucking up my mood
And I'm like
Who? Who the fuck are you?
Who? Who the fuck are you?
Who? Who the fuck are you?
I shoot, my crew gon' follow suit
Bitch

What you saying, what you having
I ain't playing, this ain't magic
What you talk is what you plan
I say I'm blessed I'm enchanted
I'm so heavy pockets fat
I ain't bragging, I ain't negative
Haters talking relevant
Police with no evidence
Who, who you sposed to be
That stress can't get close to me
I'm gold bottle bubbly
In pic she was hugging me
He sick, so he mugging me
I'm rich, ain't no drugging me
No duck, you ain't punking me
North Memphis it get ugly
I came from the struggly
The Lord he was holding me
I came from the struggly
The Lord he was holding me
Oooo, oooo Patta
They can hate on me all day
It doesn't matter, looking at 'em

I'm like
Who? Who the fuck are you?
Who? Who the fuck are you?
Who? Who the fuck are you?
Fucking up my mood
And I'm like
Who? Who the fuck are you?
Who? Who the fuck are you?
Who? Who the fuck are you?
I shoot, my crew gon' follow suit
Bitch