Who Is Him (feat. Pooh Shiesty)

Mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm Got it locked through Atlanta Yeah, yeah Got a lot to handle (Spiffo made it, bitch) Brr, big brr Ayy, Fox 13, we rep that murder gang, we don't do no attempts Hop out on the slammer with this chopper like I'm Shawn Kemp Drew down on him with his pants down in front of U of M 1017 Shiesty Gang, I got them folks like, "Who is him?" Bitch, you try me and get whacked, I promise this is not the way Know she wanna fuck 'cause she keep staring in my Cartier I think about guns and money sixty times throughout the day Nobody safe, you can't go get shit to stop these 308s, on God Entertain like Cedric, had that codeine in my beverage Way back in day, let them niggas use me for leverage (well, damn) F on my report card, on my hip, I got an F and N Pulled up on me poppin', but he won't pull up and pop again I don't care 'bout who he is or who his kin, just do him in Cold, dark pool, they threw him in, I just shot off his chin (burr) Murder case, Snoop Dogg, back in the day, no juice and gin (Snoop) And I'm the coach, I'm with the goats We go for it on fourth and ten (go) Always was the robber where we stayed, so I didn't play with 'em Police don't even try to talk to wop, got nothin' to say to 'em Five-shot, 38 on me, put a trey to him Big dawg in the yard, took a nigga tray from him Ayy, Fox 13, we rep that murder gang, we don't do no attempts Hop out on the slammer with this chopper like I'm Shawn Kemp Drew down on him with his pants down in front of U of M 1017 Shiesty Gang, I got them folks like, "Who is him?" Bitch, you try me and get whacked, I promise this is not the way Know she wanna fuck 'cause she keep staring in my Cartier I think about guns and money sixty times throughout the day Nobody safe, you can't go get shit to stop these 308s, on God Niggas starve theyself, the whole time, somethin' to eat in they face Look at that lil' nigga from the Creek, his ass done made a way I ain't just go put food on the table, I passed out the plates I'm missing Tre, ain't nobody have me like my nigga day It's time to slide Walk with a hundred up in the chopper, I shot eighty-five Mix them Percocets with the exotic, I'm back energized Do donuts up in the 'Cat, drive it like it got nine lives You ain't take 'em down with me, nigga, so is you not my slime Niggas talkin' out they neck, but that lil' shit won't slow me up Two double cups, big congratulations, time to pour me up We rollin' up, mixin' different flavors, keep my wood stuffed If you got somethin' dancin' on your wrist, it's time to hold it up Ayy, Fox 13, we rep that murder gang, we don't do no attempts Hop out on the slammer with this chopper like I'm Shawn Kemp Drew down on him with his pants down in front of U of M 1017 Shiesty Gang, I got them folks like, "Who is him?" Bitch, you try me and get whacked, I promise this is not the way Know she wanna fuck 'cause she keep staring in my Cartier I think about guns and money sixty times throughout the day Nobody safe, you can't go get shit to stop these 308s, on God On Chopper Gang, on so icy G, this my squad Brr, brr, lay up grass in your yard Nigga, 413 gang, ayy (Spiffo made it, bitch) 1017 on my damn chain, brr