Who Are U - Fredo Santana

I be wondering man

Who the fuck are you?

Who are you?

I don’t know

I got pounds and bricks of yayo, who are you?

Lotta shootas on the payroll, who are you?

Bitch I’m running through a check, who are you?

Hood nigga with respect, who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Keep some shooters on deck, who are you?

Grab the nine or the tech, who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Shoot that nigga man, stomp that nigga

He ain’t Front Street, man fuck that nigga

Wanna go to war?

What, you upset nigga?

Guess how many ran when I up my pistol

Gettin' head while I’m counting them Benjs

I swear the Lord can be my witness (I swear to God man)

Hundred thousand off the chicken

My niggas eating, no Thanksgiving

Shoot that nigga, expose that nigga

Shit get real, gone fold ass nigga

I don’t fuck with no old ass niggas

All I fuck with them young ass niggas

Dumb ass nigga, cock gun back nigga

Got my team like a runback nigga

Pop a couple Xans and I roll a lot of swishas

Forget evrrythang, I think I shoot four niggas

Don’t go anywhere if I ain’t got my fucking pistol

I’m Fredo from Front Street, who the fuck is you?

(Big Boss)

Got a hunna fuckin guns, I ain’t even gotta shoot

And I’m high off Xanax right now in the booth

Might pull off with ya boo when I pull up in that coupe

Bitch I’m running out of bricks, tell 'em call Jesús

You can catch me roll one and then trynna dodge the State troops

Young «Trapper of the Year», man that ain’t nothing new

Man you know how I do, might pull up get to shootin

Flexin on them, hurtin they feelings

Fucked yo bitch then I keep it pimpin (fuck that thot)

My favorite spot is the kitchen

I swear I love water whippin