letra de who dis? - stevun
[chorus: che]
i got a b-tch and she foreign
we not the same but the money congruent
b-tch, i’m a dragon, now that n-gga toothless
i can’t decide if i [?]
i hit up the phone, n-gga like “who this?”
she like the titties, she working at hooters
b-tch want my money, nah n-gga i threw this
[?}, ah
b-tch, i get mad on the beat
that n-gga sad by the way
these n-ggas sad and they weak
b-tch wanna go ’cause it happened to me
i gotta stop ’til they go in my t–th
her motto says i can’t fit on a tee
they makin’ syrup, like [?]
d-mn it though, i ain’t sayin’ a thing
i get them bands a lot
look what yo’ man, he forgot
like b-tch i’m top two, what thе f-ck is a top 10?
smoking on [?], man, that n-gga rotten
b-tch i ain’t peter, no [?]
[?]
[?]
d-mn, hе got a put on a tee, i’m like godd-mn
b-tches want me? come get my spider
it got took down when i swerved in the lobby
they ask how much money i made, made a lot bae
[verse: stevun]
came on his own, we got n-ggas in his apartment
holding my tech, get to the floor
hit him in the neck, k!ll six more
switch him to the jets, they gon’ all fold
crack him like an airtag on his toe
we gon leave him dead, now they makin’ posts, “r.i.p the bro”
shouldn’t have been a ho, now his body cold
riding with a bl!ck, pay me what you owe
shot him in the head, lookin’ like an o
shoot him in the head, crackin’ like a vase
choppa finna spread, spread around his face
out with the old, i can’t be replaced
i feel like i’m [?] was the case
i said get the f-ck out of my way
i got the chop and i got that drac’
so you can get knocked running from the k
said i’m on the block posted with my- (uh)
said i’m on the block posted with my gang
said i’m on the block posted with my {?]
and i got a knock aiming at yo’ brother
said i got a knock aiming at yo’ fam’
b-tch, i’m the goat, you know who i am
[?]
i ain’t [?], b-tch, i’m him
[chorus: che]
i got a b-tch and she foreign
we not the same but the money congruent
b-tch, i’m a dragon, now that n-gga toothless
i can’t decide if i [?]
i hit up the phone, n-gga like “who this?”
she like the titties, she working at hooters
b-tch want my money, nah n-gga i threw this
[?], ah
b-tch, i get mad on the beat
that n-gga sad by the way
these n-ggas sad and they weak
b-tch wanna go ’cause it happened to me
[?]
i gotta stop ’til they go in my t–th
her motto says i can’t fit on a tee
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