Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
INTRO
Ayo, Yetty, turn that shit up
CHORUS
G#mWho the F#fuck these niggas Eis?
EWho the F#fuck these G#mbitches?
G#mHuh, who the fuck these people are?
G#mTell 'em that F#we can't kick Eit
POST-CHORUS
EHo inside they jeans, I'm too real
EI'm gon' get a nigga whacked behind these F#millions
G#mTryna get that Ho from out her jeans and Do criss cross
G#mRun me a million F#dollars up inside these Raf ESimons
VERSE
EThe fuck they think they playin' with? Bitch, I make millions
F#I been plannin' on stackin' bands 'til my G#mceilin'
G#mThinkin' 'bout my lil' brother Kendell, I start ventin'
G#mNeed to call lil' brothеr Jay, F#he have bang outs with that Eglizzy
Most thesе niggas claim 4KTrey ain't even fuckin' with me
EMost these niggas gon' die today, F#if they try, know they can't get G#mme
G#mWho the fuck all these new faces around inside my business?
G#mI don't remember they face at F#all, they wasn't with me in the Etrenches
EI don't remember them from my grandad house, I'm serious
EThey weren't with me when I F#was hangin' out that car, this ain't G#mrealistic
G#mBallerina, we spinned the whole car, somethin' get spilled in it
CHORUS
G#mHuh, I don't know F#who the fuck these niggas Eis
EWho the F#fuck these G#mbitches?
G#mHuh, who the fuck these people are?
G#mGo tell 'em that F#we can't kick Eit
POST-CHORUS
EHo inside they jeans, I'm too real
EI'ma get a nigga Ewhacked behind these F#millions
G#mTryna get that Ho from out her jeans and Do criss cross
G#mRun me a million dollars up inside these Raf Simons (Ayy, yo)
VERSE
G#mCross YoungBoy, then you F#cross the Queen E(Queen)
EAll them internet games turn boys to memes (Memes)
EKeep sleepin' on the F#team, we gon' pause your G#mdreams
G#mThey want action, tell my niggas, "Cause a scene"
G#mFully active, I keep my shooters F#in the gym, nigga, practice E(Practice)
EYou bitches know Eit could get sticky F#like a cactus G#m(Cactus)
G#mI'm the one that they tread like tractors
G#mAnd still can't G#mcatch a break F#like fractures (Like Efractures)
EI don't fuck with them, I'm too real
EWanna be me, but F#just keep wishin' (Keep G#mwishin')
G#mAll up on the star G#mhow I pinky swear, no matter F#what, you ain't winnin' (Ain't Ewinnin')
CHORUS
EWho the fuck is these bitches?
EWho the F#fuck these niggas G#mis?
G#mWho the fuck these people are?
Tell 'em that we can't kick it