Who Is That - Chief Keef

Boy my fucking watch cost a brick

And my favorite car, the X6

Stop the fucking flexing boy you not with the shits

Point this pistol at his stomach, blow it nigga shit

Once we start taking streets, we start locking these shits

We popping shells, same size as budweiser 6

Got some money still tote choppas and shit

Knock knock at my door, I’m at the peep hole like who is this?

What you need a fucking six pack?

Knocking on my door, is you with the damn feds?

What you need a fucking 10 pack?

Give me a hundred, pussy you can get that

You say fuck glo out your mouth we push your fucking wig back

We got pistols in the club, fuck security we slipped that

I flow so hard, it made bullet proof shit crack

so busy I’m the motherfucking shiznat

I’m rolling in that, that

All these hoes wanna give a kiss

I’m smoking on that piss sack

It smell like a I just gone done taking a piss

You smoking on that shit pack

And it smell like you just got done taking a shit

I’m a customize a sigmac

Cause you ain’t never seen that shit

She suck my dick and I gave that bitch a tic-tac

Then told that ho to get the fuck out my shit

They come through gates, now we coming in the back

Catch yo ass by me we kill you in with that

Dear Mr your honor I ain’t it yet

I’m just getting money I’m all in with that

HE should’ve could’ve would’ve he boy you couldn’t shit

It back from the dead 2, I’m zombing bitch

Pull off coming back, turn you into a running back

Pull up in New Jersey, maybe in Bergen nigga, slump yo ass

I’m off the henny, and the pespis, the x, and all the thraxs

In the flesh, pull up leave a nigga flesh

Leave a nigga on his back, he shoul’ve fucking had his backup

Bullets gave him a disease, now this pussy need a fucking checkup

Bullets gave his ass hiccups, you want war nigga get up

On my auntie I paint pictures nigga, Ibang nigga