Текст Lil Gnar – Who Is U
Текст:
GNAR:
White bitch got the booty, yeah, Jude
I fucked your ho ’cause I got gold on my tooth
I took her soul and she let me beat the coupe
If we don’t know you then we sayin’, «Who is you?» (Who is you?)
Rock star, nigga, I might eat shrooms (Rock out, rock out)
Guap swole, man, my pockets is obtuse
All these carats up in my chain look like some soup (Bitch, look at this ice)
All these carats up in my chain look like some soup (Beep, beep)
I fucked your ho ’cause I got gold on my tooth
I took her soul and she let me beat the coupe
I got the stick so my niggas finna shoot (Boom)
If we don’t know you then we sayin’, «Who is you?»
Rock star, nigga, I might eat shrooms
Guap swole, man, my pockets is obtuse
All these carats up in my chain look like some soup
All these carats up in my chain look like some soup
Fuckin’ the bitch with no rubber
She tell me she love me but I cannot cuff
Beating her shit in the back of the Maybach
Wipe off my dick on the curtains
Down bad, used to ?
Down bad, used to rob a bitch
I was so down bad, fucked up, I was on my dick
Load my toolie up, I’m finna rob a nigga, yeah
Load my toolie up, I’m finna rob a nigga, yeah
I put some ice in my timer, I used to sleep with a killer
I’ll Chanel my bitch
Hop in the kitty, I beat out the box
Now if I stand up on my racks I’m thirty feet
Drippin’ new Alyx, I’m smoking outta bowl
Xanny in her ass then I make her touch her toes
Woah, woah, woah, smoking gas out the bowl
White bitch got the booty, yeah, Jude
I fucked your ho ’cause I got gold on my tooth
I took her soul and she let me beat the coupe
I got the stick so my niggas finna shoot (Boom)
If we don’t know you then we sayin’, «Who is you?» (Who is you?)
Rock star, nigga, I might eat shrooms (Rock out, rock out)
Guap swole, man, my pockets is obtuse
All these carats up in my chain look like some soup (Bitch, look at this ice)
All these carats up in my chain look like some soup (Beep, beep)
I fucked your ho ’cause I got gold on my tooth
I took her soul and she let me beat the coupe
I got the stick so my niggas finna shoot (Boom)
If we don’t know you then we sayin’, «Who is you?»
Rock star, nigga, I might eat shrooms
Guap swole, man, my pockets is obtuse
All these carats up in my chain look like some soup
All these carats up in my chain look like some soup
Germ:
I bet she want a bunch of bands
I been spazzin’, I don’t really need no friends
All this money, all these diamonds, shit don’t end
Running up, step back, kill ’em with this big FN (Fah-fah)
My shooters on go ?
might lose the roof (Huh?)
Oh, that’s your lady? She’s a swoop, she on the news (Bitch)
Bitch, I’m gassing, feel like Gleech with all this boof (Huh?)
Bitch, I’m piped up, bitch, I feel just like the truth
Got my pipe out, spin the block, them things go boom
Knock that nigga out designer shoes
We don’t ride unless a nigga with the juice
We some steppers, bitch, we move just like some troops
We some steppers, bitch, we move just like some troops
