Who You Are (feat. Trippie Redd)

(Now, it's not magic, but it looks magical)

This ain't even no lean, it's cranberry juice

(DJ Bandz, oh, man)

Ayy

Stay ten toes, you know? Big Doodie Lo

What the fuck is wrong with me? I think my mind goin' crazy

How you wanna snake me out? You don't wanna see me make it

Fuck them **** that be hatin', I know real Z's, they Haitian

We eat golden rice, they say that I am what I eat

I keep killers with me, I can get you touched for a verse

Put his ass on a shirt, put his ass in the dirt

**** dissin' V. Roy, that's really gon' get 'em hurt

We was just up in the party, throwin' bands at a show

Why that **** talkin' like he official? **** is soft as tissue

And them guns that you **** is postin', I hope you brought 'em with you

Fuck it, kill all them ****, I ain't gon' argue with you

Caught him, had his daughter with him, get a pass, you a father, ****

They say, "Doodie, get you some security, you an artist, ****"

I be movin' militant, it's gon' be real hard to get me

Ain't seen him a long time, fuck, I'm on my wrong mind

Caught his ass loafin' with a bitch, that was on time

They say, "Doodie, you don't even know who you are now"

Gotta watch how I move 'cause I'm a star now

Never put my guards down

Sold dope, tar brown

I was sippin' lot of syrup

Smoke dope, no Durk

Xanax, no Perc'

Studio, no shirt

Never claim your worth

Slime me out, it won't work

Put a bitch on you

Duck switch, don't move

Fucked up, wrong dude

Boom, boom, fuck dude (Bah, bah, bah)

Livin' in this life of sin

All I wanna do is win

Pullin' up with FN's, aim 'em at your damn lid

What's up with your best friend? Heard that **** turned pig

Bitch, you know that I'm the G.O.A.T

Stomp 'em out in some Gucci loafs

Step on shit, we Gucci, ho

I'm livin' rich, not goin' broke

Pull up in that foreign, ho

Slidin' 'round with Doodie Lo

Livin' like a D boy

Peanut butter seats, boy

From that block, we destroy

R.I.P. V. Roy

They say, "Doodie, you don't even know who you are now"

Gotta watch how I move 'cause I'm a star now

Never put my guards down

Sold dope, tar brown

I was sippin' lot of syrup

Smoke dope, no Durk

Xanax, no Perc'

Studio, no shirt

Never claim your worth

Slime me out, it won't work

Put a bitch on you

Duck switch, don't move

Fucked up, wrong dude

Boom, boom, fuck dude (Bitch)