Who the Shit - Fredo Santana, SD, Ballout

Pull up I’m like who the shit

My Porsche truck sittin' on Butzi’s

Thinkin' you can fuck wit' me, man you must be ludicrous

Fall back I do this shit my trap house got me super rich

Dominican bitch she super thick no goofy shit I’m with the shit

Like who the shit?

Like who the shit?

No ballin' shit

Go to the mall just coppin' shit

Pickin' shit, I don’t really care just gettin' shit

In my trap, I ain’t sellin' nothing but them chickens bitch

Really just be coolin' motherfuckers say they be kickin' it

Riding with the squad and we got Michael Pippen bitch: Tadoe]

Capo the Barbarian

We sending shots, you bury em

Them hoes I one night and fuck you wife em up and marry em

I shove dick all in her mouth she’s calling me Sean Merriman

I ain’t worried bout no fuckin opp this 4−0 that I’m carrying

Squad Bitch

Tweak.

You get robbed, shit

Swear to God caper boy, I’ll call him he on his job quick: Capo]

Squad shit, GBE on that mob shit

Pullin' 30's totin' weapons

And we lettin' them spark bitch

Say you don’t want no smoke

Then why you start shit?

If I catch an opp lackin', smoke his ass

Comin' out that apartment: Gino Marley]

Duffle bags full of work

Catch the molly carrying

Bury em, money got me buying shit not wearin it

Big blunts of the earth and no bitch I’m not sharing it

I money get, young nigga flex on bitch like Money Mitch: SD]

Come through they like who the shit

SD he got hoover clips

Come through with the biggest 40 don’t make us have to do this shit

I be in the back with your bitch jus coolin' it

Don’t make us spread the word, I have the whole town moving it

Goofy bitch, when I’m on the block you know them beams lit

Usually, I be with the squad just kickin' it

But if you think its macaroni you gonna make us empty clips

Common sense we ride with the mobs just takin' shit: Tray Savage]

Cautious Cautious these niggas best be cautious

I got a couple shooters they X you like a marksmen

Get down bitch!

'Fore I let this fifty spit

Designer shit, designer shit all I rocks designer shit: Fredo Santana]

Designer shit, designer shit

Come through flexin hard, that they need to rewind this shit

Got a rolly on my wrist, and i still dont know what time it is

I be getting a lot of bands

Treat your bitch like Simon says, she do what I tell her to

Ballin thats my usual

You ain’t gettin no money you can’t fit up on my schedule

Flexin like the flexers do

You ain’t gettin no money nigga I can’t stand next to you

Just poured a whole 6, now im finna pour another deuce

Talkin bout some money then I might just give a fuck or two

And if you fucking with the opps then nigga I can’t fuck with you

Fredo ballin stupid hard, nigga thats what that money do

Just bought a pint of lean shit i call that shit the money juice: Gino Marley]

Trap house running stupid loose

Couple pints of drink so you know we need a sprite or two

Crib with a mountain view

Racing to the money so you know I ran a light or two

No fighting ain’t no wrestling ain’t nobody in this bitch bulletproof

Foreign whips with Forgi’s too fuck her like the pussy new

No bitch you can’t spend no night I might just one hour you

Trappin is a must so I’m just winning like the winners do

Cooler than a cooler with a mac that got a cooler too