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dqfrmdao - mister who is that? lyrics

[intro]
([?] where you at?)
uh+huh, what?

[chorus]
see i grew up in the wiiic (o’block)
bad as h+ll, don’t play with straps
kept a duecey with revolver (uh+huh), now i’m totin’ big .45s (what?)
keep yo’ eyes open, pullin’ down the strip, you bet’ not lack (skrrt)
o’block we on ’em, our get back comin’ strong and that’s a fact

[verse 1]
who is that? (what?) i don’t know that boy, our foenem at your neck (uh+huh)
we play with choppas and 10 millies, we don’t f+ck around with tecs
gon’ leave him stretched (what? what?), when we catch that boy they threw him all that flesh
ayy, get this message (what? what?), whoever with you they get stretched too, ain’t no question
drop the lo get there in seconds
get ghost in the wind we left in trenches
my n+ggas gon’ we like we in the lexus
if you in the field, gon’ teach you a lesson (uh+huh)
vvs dancing, off+white double cups, they can’t f+ck wit’ us
n+ggas know what’s up, we keep .50s tucked off in the cut (boom)
yeah, what up? when i’m walkin’ up, swingin’ monkey nuts (what? what?)
all these shots, yeah, we filled him up, left his body stuffed (uh+huh)
play yo’ role you bet’ not mention us, boy, we wrap sh+t up
i’m talkin’ ’bout fire sh+t up, just scratchin’ up, ain’t no challenger (skrrt)
in the club n+ggas lookin oppy, we leave house and then rock it
shoot yo’ lights out like james harden (uh+huh), i ain’t talking houston rockets (nuh+uh)
get back gang, b+tch, we ’bout it (get back), pull up blastin’ we catch action (boom, boom)
if you want smoke then we can match it (what?), but when we catch them make it classic (what?)
[chorus]
see i grew up in the wiiic (o’block)
bad as h+ll, don’t play with straps
kept a duecey with revolver (uh+huh), now i’m totin’ big .45s (what?)
keep yo’ eyes open, pullin’ down the strip, you bet’ not lack (skrrt)
o’block we on ’em, our get back comin’ strong and that’s a fact

[verse 2]
jaydo jump outs, ayy, come here (jump out)
glizzy rock that boy, cook him (boom)
we spin the ‘benz, n0body near (uh+uh)
in they hearts a lot of fear (them n+ggas scared)
get that lo, boy, we get there
don’t shoot from cars, we make it clear (uh+uh)
get opps we smoke, they in the air (what?)
in this field, we don’t play fair (nuh+uh)
b+tch, all my n+ggas rollin’ with me, choppas hold a 60
this bl!cky h+lla fishy and we ain’t gon’ leave no witness (boom, boom, nuh+uh)
i rock mike amiri, b+tch, these ain’t no true religion (nuh+uh)
this g+loc it be wit me, you won’t ever catch me slippin’ (nuh+uh)

- dqfrmdao lyrics

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