Who You Are Songtext
von Doodie Lo feat. Trippie Redd
Who You Are Songtext
(Now, it′s not magic, but it looks magical)
This ain't even no lean, it′s cranberry juice
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
Ayy
Stay ten toes, you know? Big Doodie Lo
What the fuck is wrong with me? I think my mind goin' crazy (goin' crazy)
How you wanna snake me out? You don′t wanna see me make it (you don′t wanna see me-)
Fuck them niggas that be hatin' (fuck ′em), I know real Z's, they Haitian
We eat golden rice, they say that I am what I eat
I keep killers with me, I can get you touched for a verse (bop, bop, bop, bop)
Put his ass on a shirt (shirt), put his ass in the dirt (dirt)
Niggas dissin′ V. Roy, that's really gon′ get 'em hurt (kill 'em)
We was just up in the party, throwin′ bands at a show (bitch)
Why that nigga talkin′ like he official? Niggas is soft as tissue
And them guns that you niggas is postin', I hope you brought ′em with you
Fuck it, kill all them niggas (fuck 'em), I ain′t gon' argue with you
Caught him, had his daughter with him, get a pass, you a father, nigga
They say, "Doodie, get you some security, you an artist, nigga"
I be movin′ militant, it's gon' be real hard to get me
Ain′t seen him a long time, fuck, I′m on my wrong mind
Caught his ass loafin' with a bitch, that was on time
They say, "Doodie, you don′t even know who you are now" (who you are now)
Gotta watch how I move 'cause I′m a star now ('cause I′m a star now)
Never put my guards down (guard down)
Sold dope, tar brown (tar brown)
I was sippin' lot of syrup (lean)
Smoke dope, no dirt
Xanax, no Perc' (no Perc′)
Studio, no shirt (no shirt)
Never claim your worth (your worth)
Slime me out, it won′t work (slatt)
Put a bitch on you (bitch)
Duck switch, don't move (ffr)
Fucked up, wrong dude
Boom, boom, fuck dude (bah, bah, bah)
Livin′ in this life of sin (sin)
All I wanna do is win
Pullin' up with FNs, aim ′em at your damn lid (yeah)
What's up with your best friend? Heard that nigga turned pig
Bitch, you know that I′m the G.O.A.T
Stomp 'em out in some Gucci loafs
Step on shit, we Gucci, hoe (Gucci, hoe)
I'm livin′ rich, not goin′ broke (broke)
Pull up in that foreign, hoe (skrrt)
Slidin' ′round with Doodie Lo (yeah, yeah)
Livin' like a D boy
Peanut butter seats, boy (seats, boy)
From that block, we destroy
R.I.P. V. Roy (V. Roy)
They say, "Doodie, you don′t even know who you are now" (who you are now)
Gotta watch how I move 'cause I′m a star now ('cause I'm a star now)
Never put my guards down (guard down)
Sold dope, tar brown (tar brown)
I was sippin′ lot of syrup (lean)
Smoke dope, no dirt
Xanax, no Perc′ (no Perc')
Studio, no shirt (no shirt)
Never claim your worth (your worth)
Slime me out, it won′t work (slatt)
Put a bitch on you (bitch)
Duck switch, don't move (ffr)
Fucked up, wrong dude
Boom, boom, fuck dude (bitch)
This ain't even no lean, it′s cranberry juice
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
Ayy
Stay ten toes, you know? Big Doodie Lo
What the fuck is wrong with me? I think my mind goin' crazy (goin' crazy)
How you wanna snake me out? You don′t wanna see me make it (you don′t wanna see me-)
Fuck them niggas that be hatin' (fuck ′em), I know real Z's, they Haitian
We eat golden rice, they say that I am what I eat
I keep killers with me, I can get you touched for a verse (bop, bop, bop, bop)
Put his ass on a shirt (shirt), put his ass in the dirt (dirt)
Niggas dissin′ V. Roy, that's really gon′ get 'em hurt (kill 'em)
We was just up in the party, throwin′ bands at a show (bitch)
Why that nigga talkin′ like he official? Niggas is soft as tissue
And them guns that you niggas is postin', I hope you brought ′em with you
Fuck it, kill all them niggas (fuck 'em), I ain′t gon' argue with you
Caught him, had his daughter with him, get a pass, you a father, nigga
They say, "Doodie, get you some security, you an artist, nigga"
I be movin′ militant, it's gon' be real hard to get me
Ain′t seen him a long time, fuck, I′m on my wrong mind
Caught his ass loafin' with a bitch, that was on time
They say, "Doodie, you don′t even know who you are now" (who you are now)
Gotta watch how I move 'cause I′m a star now ('cause I′m a star now)
Never put my guards down (guard down)
Sold dope, tar brown (tar brown)
I was sippin' lot of syrup (lean)
Smoke dope, no dirt
Xanax, no Perc' (no Perc′)
Studio, no shirt (no shirt)
Never claim your worth (your worth)
Slime me out, it won′t work (slatt)
Put a bitch on you (bitch)
Duck switch, don't move (ffr)
Fucked up, wrong dude
Boom, boom, fuck dude (bah, bah, bah)
Livin′ in this life of sin (sin)
All I wanna do is win
Pullin' up with FNs, aim ′em at your damn lid (yeah)
What's up with your best friend? Heard that nigga turned pig
Bitch, you know that I′m the G.O.A.T
Stomp 'em out in some Gucci loafs
Step on shit, we Gucci, hoe (Gucci, hoe)
I'm livin′ rich, not goin′ broke (broke)
Pull up in that foreign, hoe (skrrt)
Slidin' ′round with Doodie Lo (yeah, yeah)
Livin' like a D boy
Peanut butter seats, boy (seats, boy)
From that block, we destroy
R.I.P. V. Roy (V. Roy)
They say, "Doodie, you don′t even know who you are now" (who you are now)
Gotta watch how I move 'cause I′m a star now ('cause I'm a star now)
Never put my guards down (guard down)
Sold dope, tar brown (tar brown)
I was sippin′ lot of syrup (lean)
Smoke dope, no dirt
Xanax, no Perc′ (no Perc')
Studio, no shirt (no shirt)
Never claim your worth (your worth)
Slime me out, it won′t work (slatt)
Put a bitch on you (bitch)
Duck switch, don't move (ffr)
Fucked up, wrong dude
Boom, boom, fuck dude (bitch)
Writer(s): Demetrius Bell, Michael Lamar White, Devonte Cortez Richmond, Davis Saulsberry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
