Who (Prod By DJ Esco & Metro Boomin)

Foreign cars everywhere
Bad *****es everywhere take the tool everywhere

We make this money everywhere
Everywhere everywhere everywhere everywhere

These ****** straight outta the hood
They goin' to paris

That whip that we whippin' exotic
These *****es exotic on gas

Pull up and hop out a foreign car
And I'm gettin' trailed by a foreign broad

I'm livin' life like an avatar
I got a stick when I pull up on y'all

Who the **** think I'm a sucka
Who the **** think I won't pull up and let loose

I got three *****es with me
I'ma pull up on bleveland they gon' **** the crew

Who gonna stop me now who's gonna stop me now
Who's gonna stop me boy who

I can't get all of you somebody come with me
Just in case you can tie shoes

How many times have I told you
If you don't **** everyone that'll be rude

How many times have I told you
To bring me me bags and you could be cool
Check gang
Let's have a moment of silence for ****** ain 't 'round with us

Doin' bookin' come through
Splash on ****** on the gas on ******

In milan eatin' fettuccine
Front row with the fashion show ******

**** around and go buy a lamborghini

I'm goin' nascar on ******

Puffin' on the la la

I've been the fly guy when ****** rocked izod

I'm movin' chickens like popeye

Old money new money
***** never gettin' old threw a young ***** rock

Cookin' up the raw **** right now

Cookin' up the raw **** right now

Used to break down a whole ounce
I used to break down a whole ounce

I gotta weigh the money up now

It's takin' too long for me to count

Decisions decisions
You ****in' with me that's a head on collision

Them macs and them tecs and them fn's them 9 s
We hustled we struggled we made it and grind

***** this avatar
Aye the young thug goin' brazy young thug goin' brazy

Hannah montana bangin' in red bandanas blatt blatt
They wanna **** on me cause I keep choppas with ammo

****** gon' hate on me cause I'm at the top with bro though
Oooh head honcho hold up kick in your mom door shoot with the 4 4

Hell is you doin'

Hold up wait I can't breathe *****

Half a mil' I done took on my street **** *

All white thug fit I won't eat *****

Ran off with them keys I won't see them ******
Geeked up but the money geek
I run bands up on another street
Best stylist in the world can't dress me
Keep a pistol just in case he wanna test me
I keep racks and all of my * ***** gon' eat

I keep racks and all of my ****** gon' eat

Where's tar man I need me some xans
I just left the beach I'm having all of the sand

Pull up and hop out a foreign car
And I'm gettin' trailed by a foreign broad

I'm livin' life like an avatar

I got a stick when I pull up on y'all

Who the **** think I'm a sucka
Who the **** think I won't pull up and let loose

I got three *****es with me
I'ma pull up on bleveland they gon' **** the crew

Who gonna stop me now who's gonna stop me now
Who's gonna stop me boy who

I can't get all of you somebody come with me
Just in case you can tie shoes

How many times have I told you
If you don't **** everyone that'll be rude

How many times have I told you
To bring me me bags and you could be cool