Who Is Him (feat. Pooh Shiesty)

Mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm

Got it locked through Atlanta

Yeah, yeah

Got a lot to handle

(Spiffo made it, bitch)

Brr, big brr

Ayy, Fox 13, we rep that murder gang, we don't do no attempts

Hop out on the slammer with this chopper like I'm Shawn Kemp

Drew down on him with his pants down in front of U of M

1017 Shiesty Gang, I got them folks like, "Who is him?"

Bitch, you try me and get whacked, I promise this is not the way

Know she wanna fuck 'cause she keep staring in my Cartier

I think about guns and money sixty times throughout the day

Nobody safe, you can't go get shit to stop these 308s, on God

Entertain like Cedric, had that codeine in my beverage

Way back in day, let them niggas use me for leverage (well, damn)

F on my report card, on my hip, I got an F and N

Pulled up on me poppin', but he won't pull up and pop again

I don't care 'bout who he is or who his kin, just do him in

Cold, dark pool, they threw him in, I just shot off his chin (burr)

Murder case, Snoop Dogg, back in the day, no juice and gin (Snoop)

And I'm the coach, I'm with the goats

We go for it on fourth and ten (go)

Always was the robber where we stayed, so I didn't play with 'em

Police don't even try to talk to wop, got nothin' to say to 'em

Five-shot, 38 on me, put a trey to him

Big dawg in the yard, took a nigga tray from him

Ayy, Fox 13, we rep that murder gang, we don't do no attempts

Hop out on the slammer with this chopper like I'm Shawn Kemp

Drew down on him with his pants down in front of U of M

1017 Shiesty Gang, I got them folks like, "Who is him?"

Bitch, you try me and get whacked, I promise this is not the way

Know she wanna fuck 'cause she keep staring in my Cartier

I think about guns and money sixty times throughout the day

Nobody safe, you can't go get shit to stop these 308s, on God

Niggas starve theyself, the whole time, somethin' to eat in they face

Look at that lil' nigga from the Creek, his ass done made a way

I ain't just go put food on the table, I passed out the plates

I'm missing Tre, ain't nobody have me like my nigga day

It's time to slide

Walk with a hundred up in the chopper, I shot eighty-five

Mix them Percocets with the exotic, I'm back energized

Do donuts up in the 'Cat, drive it like it got nine lives

You ain't take 'em down with me, nigga, so is you not my slime

Niggas talkin' out they neck, but that lil' shit won't slow me up

Two double cups, big congratulations, time to pour me up

We rollin' up, mixin' different flavors, keep my wood stuffed

If you got somethin' dancin' on your wrist, it's time to hold it up

Ayy, Fox 13, we rep that murder gang, we don't do no attempts

Hop out on the slammer with this chopper like I'm Shawn Kemp

Drew down on him with his pants down in front of U of M

1017 Shiesty Gang, I got them folks like, "Who is him?"

Bitch, you try me and get whacked, I promise this is not the way

Know she wanna fuck 'cause she keep staring in my Cartier

I think about guns and money sixty times throughout the day

Nobody safe, you can't go get shit to stop these 308s, on God

On Chopper Gang, on so icy G, this my squad

Brr, brr, lay up grass in your yard

Nigga, 413 gang, ayy (Spiffo made it, bitch)

1017 on my damn chain, brr