Who Is She

(Damn Wick, that's fire, run that back)

F's

F's, F's

You know who we do it for

Baow

Baow, baow, baow

Better get out the way when I'm flickin' for Nu' (Nunu, ****)

Fatboy ducked, get out the stu'

When we troopin' in Drew, it's just me and the Wuu (Me and the Wuu)

Ain't nobody in 4 then we out to the 2 (We out to the 2)

We let it boom every trip on the Makks (Every trip on the Makks)

With the Whoopt', bend the Nick', tryna throw back to back (Tryna throw back to back)

Fatboy ducked, shout out the Hat (Shout out the hat)

Every trip on the Makks, had 'em duckin' the gat

OY dead everyday, a new pack (Like, oh my god)

AJ Wvttz got shot and collapsed (Got shot and collapsed)

EK Bop, shot in his back

Pop, we had to beat on the Makk (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

Fuck the 2, we still smokin' on Damo (Smokin' on Damo)

Bino, Q, two piece combo

Edot Baby, CJ Osama (Oh, oh)

Sugarhill Mel, Notti, Wasca (Oh, Oh)

Boy tried to run, bullets ripped through his back

2-3 zone, they gon' fall for the trap

Like, like, where **** at?

We was troopin' through blocks, had to back out my hat

Like who the fuck is the Makks? EK hit, we tappin' our backs

Fatboy lucky, he was flickin' his wrists, next day word to bro he was duckin' the gat

Like this shit makin' me mad

They kept trollin', next day they was sad

Free the Whoopts from that scene, **** thought he was tagged

Pop wanna troll, we beat his ass

Fatboy ducked, why you dissin' my mans?

No we don't fight ****, we got the tans

No scap, break 'em down wit' the hands

We had 'em duckin', we made 'em dance

Naz wanna troll, you got slapped

Not wit' the hand, wit' the gat

The Rollaz not wit' me, I call up the Hat

Oh that's a Kreep, you could tell by the tat

Oh they not on the 4? Then we out to the 2

First Makk that I see, word to bro he go poof

We was troopin' in 40, how I end up in Drew?

Gotta throw up the 5 when I'm flickin' for Nu'

And Tae on my side, he gon' shoot

When I fly out the Whoopt', what the fuck they gon' do?

Fatboy ran, he left his scoot'

Back to back up the block tryna do what I do

Damo dead, them **** tight

Notti dead, he died by the knife

Bino, Q, Kreep cyphe

Pop wanna troll, we shoulda took his life