Who Is You

Free wop, aye justo Free my nigga slick I gotta pull my pants up my ass Free, free my nigga you know I need that You know, you got to spend money to make money Glo gang y'all know how we rocking man I'm off three xans I don't even do xans I pop X man, I pop flats man Aye, shut the fuck up Boy gon' duck when my orange on him Shoot you now it's orange on ya (red on ya) Now it's dead on ya Dead mans in my pockets, and I spend all 'em On four thousand gucci jackets She gave me top then gucci tapped it Tag team, then I hop in my car drag wrestling, racing You pacing, I'm racing to the cake and I'm icey You basic Every fucking thing I wear costs a thousand, or better For gucci sweater three thousand... Three thousand burberry Riding fast the cops is chasing me They can get wet with them pistols playin' Hail Mary Cause I'm tired of getting locked up That's the reason that officer got shot up Running with this paper like a running back Boy, you can't get none of that Foghorn, I'ma let this dog out at you Bull Dog, coming through fuck the law Bitch I go by justglo Shoot yo' ass in yo' throat Niggas know I'm Glo I'm tryna get them rolls Justo tryna get them rolls See a opp, he gon' scope After doing hits, make the kill, call D-moe I think I need a pill and I need some smoke Bring some pound, bring some Remey, bring the hoes It's all about the Glo, free D-rose Who is you? I don't know Move around, cock it back, I'ma blow, GRATARA! Kill your father and your mother and your fucking son Bitch I glow just like the sun I'm Glo gang nigga fuck your mom My life gucci and it's a movie I got clips just like a fuckin' movie Quentin Tarantino, with these pistols I think I'm Terintino Bitch I think I'm Godfather, off this dope Tony Montana But I'm Sosa and I glo way harder Bitch and I ain't have no father Now I'm finna hop up in my Rover