WHOda1 Songtext
von Veeze

My cup gone, still can′t sleep, twenty M's on my mind, I′m thinkin'
Bitch, you can count yo hands, yo feet
How many niggas that you met like me?
Hoe done went ghost, I still ain't seen her
Soak this game lil bro let it sink in
I don′t know Rolling Stone but they know me though (Swear to god)
Put me at plate make the hit like Jeter
I′m the only shark that's above sea level (Yeha)
Green light his ass talkin′ like a female (Bop bop bop)
All my dollar signs blue like Sears (Fff beep)
Protectin' my oil, she been middle eastern
I can′t even lie, man I like her she decent I'm overseas more than [?] the [?]
Bitches ain′t loyal they sneakin' and linkin'
Five thousand ain′t shit to me, I sneeze it
I feel the M′s in the air, Beanie Seagal
One's in the air, she entitled to keep it
Can′t have my heart, baby, take it or leave it
If I go broke everybody will tease me
Fuckin' broke bitches, I just don′t believe it
Just to get free, he will give the whole team up
Fantasia he singin', but ain′t really pleadin'
Is you the one fuckin'? Was scared of Lil Weezy

Who the 1? Who the 1?
Bitch, who the 1?
Who the 1? (Huh?)
Who the 1? (Tell me whatchu think though like), who the 1?
Bitch, who the 1? (Who the 1 you know?)
Who the 1?
Who the 1? (Whatchu think?), who the 1? (AP on my wrist, man)
You know who the fuck it is


L-O-V-E, these fuck niggas love hatin′ on me
Money, weed, PT′s my big 3 fuck the Miami heat (Beat Miami bitch)
T-R-A-P, been sellin' work I was bout 13 (Trap, nigga)
Damn, that′s captain save-a-hoe
Look in the sky it's a bird, it′s a plane (It's a bird, it′s a plane)
Ay little momma I know what you sayin'
My hoodie Jose but I'm not a saint
Don′t make me give yo lil hoe to the game
She get on that PJ her phone ain′t gone ring
You wit us or not ain't no in between
All my bitches thick ain′t no Coi Lerays
You a grown man but got you feelin' a way
She got a hoe nigga still taggin′ my name
L-O-V-E, these fuck niggas love hating on me
T-R-A-P, I ain't new to this, this shit in my gene
She just a freak link, fucked up skate, had to hit the Lil Weez
R-O-C-K, rock on our opps as soon as we meet
Money, weed, PT′s, my big 3 can be Curry, KD
Deebo, Smokey, niggas always talk shit when I leave
Prostitutes grabbin' on my arm, gotta keep trick up my sleeve
No Blake, trippin' on my wealth, fuckin′ around wit Dominique

Who the 1? Who the 1?
Who the 1?
Girl, Who the 1?
Who the 1?
Girl, Who the 1?
Who the 1? Who the 1?
Girl, Who the 1?
Who the 1? Gangerski