Who I Is

Ay, yea Trillville Yeah Lil Wyte nigga Hypnotize Y'all better get that shit right nigga We don't give a fuck tonight nigga Ay, y'all niggaz don't know who the fuck I is, do you? Yeah we gonna find out, Ay Now Who you fuckin wit bitch You might not know who I is You might not know who I is You might not know who I is You might not know who I is Watch me stomp his ass out Watch me jump his ass out Watch me knock his ass out Show that nigga what we bout You might not know who I is You might not know who I is You might not know who I is You might not know who I is I could care less about a motherfucker talkin' shit I can't keep playing games with you boy or your pussy click Nigga, we too deep in this bitch for you fucking hoes Niggaz gettin buck, ready to knuck, and they throwin' bows But I'ma act up cause I don't give a fuck about your shit I'ma act a clown on a nigga for acting hard when he Not, I'm too hot when it come to this, nigga throw your hood up Throw your sets off in his face and put your fucking good up Now step the fuck back nigga 'fore I hurt cha Y'all niggaz comedy, funny to me like Geico commercials I'm a G nigga, don't let this rap shit trick ya 'Cause I'll introduce your mouth to this motherfuckin' pistol Trillville and Three 6, Juniors and Seniors of Crunk Don't find your ass mad beside mine, get boxed in a trunk Please don't give me a reason to give your mama a reason To shed tears, you better know who I is Bitch excuse me for being a lil bit under the anger But you bitches, side picture, got you haters live in danger Make a stranger punch you haters, like the KKK with cha See you bitch, I'ma banger, Nobody in the?? roll deep Like Tennesee, like in school or church Talk shit, I'm straight swingin, with?? Don P AKA Don Pimp, Don Pimpin, never slippin' If its mine or your trick, I'm rippin' It's the return of that Memphis boys that been pimpin' Tearin' up them clubs with that syrup syrup sippin' Club full of drugs on the curb just kickin' Juicy J a jiggalo with 85 women Ridin' in a truck young bloods drinkin' Remi Underneath the hood, yes my nigga its a Hemi Snatch ya off for change, take your chain, playa gimme Three 6 Mafia, Trillville getting wild in this bizzitch We hit the club, deep as fuck, hate them boys, lets make 'em jump And the crowd, they actin up, ready to smack somethin' up Lil' Atlanta reppin' for the south, this is what we bout Here to tear this bitch up, somebody in here got me hot We gon stomp they ass out, drag 'em out the door Better get, shut they ass up and treat 'em like a hoe Beat 'em long, make 'em go upside ya head wit an elbow Try to stop Trillville and Three 6, Hell no I know by now someone told you about the cracker in Memphis Three 6 picked up two years ago, the shit was strictly big business I went through plenty of G's, took some vacations and more Got a lot more comin' near plus man right now I'm up in New York That mean that shit is gettin dropped, these boys is up on they clocks Recording miracles everyday soon that everyone will rock You shoulda seen this shit comin', your supposed to be some kind of wiz Memphis, Tennesee and ATL, I'll tell y'all tricks who it is