Who's That? - Mango

Who’s that nigga?

Who is that?

Who is that?

It’s that nigga Cyta Zoan with the strap, in his lap, uh

Aiming for all of you fuckers wit guns, I make your family scream

Break in your house and I rob you on stream

Gun in your mouth while your fans pay the fees, I’m like:

Who’s that nigga?

Who is that?

Who is that?

In the cabin with my niggas where I’m at, where I’m at, uh

I must be Risa’s ass, cause I’m flat as a bitch, new phone, hashtag on a bitch

Aim at you fuckers wit guns, I make your family run, bitch

I’m like, who’s that nigga?

Who’s that nigga?

Need a bitch that I can smoke like a motherfucking cigarette

Call me Obama, I airstrike, I hope that your mask is air-tight

I’ll give you pussies some airtime, I hope you’re grateful you bitch

Said…

I could get shot in the leg

Prolly still run the shit, how is you done with it, huh?

Nigga you dumb, I’m lik Damascus I can’t be tamed

Shout-out to niggas that can’t be namd

Tweeting 'bout power is all the same

Fuck wit a prince and you make it rain

Hashtag I’ma Kurt Cocaine on a bitch, hashtag on a bitch

Like wait?

Who’s that?

Uh

That bitch, she all on my lap

Talk all that shit, we gon' scrap

Homie don’t trip, I don’t rap

Like wait?

Who’s that?

Uh

That bitch, she all on my lap

Talk all that shit, we gon' scrap

Homie don’t trip, I don’t rap

Like talk all that shit, I don’t care, I don’t listen

Make me some money, my neck might just glisten

Cyta gon' make sure you coming up missing

Back of the trunk, you get stabbed for the dissing

You get stabbed for you talking that shit, uh

Got like five bucks on my wrist, uh

Always a hit, I don’t miss

Hashtag Kurt Cobain on a bitch

Think I’m killing myself, alcohol for my health, and these bitches I dealt with

Quit acting all helpless, you guilty as hell

Louis C.K., I been feeling myself

Another celebrity dodging a cell

Mismanaging disproportional wealth

Me, I’m creaming «Fuck 12»

Push confederate bitches all down a stairwell, like

Niggas with estrogen up in my lobby

I put 'em chemicals all in your body

Fuck wit my homie I’ll pimp you like Scotty

And four more sending bombs like a Saudi

You don’t want beef, nigga, you want the smoke

You getting choked in the set 'cause you spoke

I never trust a hoe, I’m tryna hit and run

Don’t hit her back when I finish one

What I’ma do when they gimme some?

Prolly roll back like a Cinnabon

Gun in my face while I’m checking a bitch

Fuck Mr. Reily, I’m wrecking this bitch

I put a thou' on yo head and then dip

I skin your dog and I make him a coat

Fuck with a nigga, end up on the news

Boy, you did it for clout, I just did it for views

Mac, with the, dick, bitch

I’m on a whole nother level

I’m on a basketball court getting settled

I never win but I still got a medal, nigga

Find me at four, we gon' settle this shit

With your face in the dirt and a cut on your wrist

And we stomping your phone while your mom’s calling

Kicking wit some J’s cause I’m balling

Got a bitch on my phone, she don’t even know me

Bitch I’m a loser, I stick with the proceeds

I’m finna die at like 23

Talkin' that shit give you runny teeth

Shout out that nigga Bunny B

I’m in a truck with my niggas

I’m on O’Reilly factor with a bad bitch

We gon' do it live, I’m a savage, no cap

Shit…

Yeah, fuck that nigga Mason Ray Parker

Shit man, fuck…

Fuck all you stupid ass fucking 4chan ass niggas, man, you dumb as fuck

Yeah, yeah

Put a bounty on my head, bitch

Put a bounty on my head, bitch

Wanna see you get me dead, bitch?

You might have to kill me nigga

Put a thou' and my head, bitch

Put a band on my head, bitch

You might have to kill me, nigga

You might have to motherfucking kill me