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Fredo Santana( Derrick Coleman )
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Who the Shit
(feat. Ballout Tadoe Capo Gino Marley SD Tray Savage)
[Verse 1:Fredo Santana] Pull up I'm like who the shit My Porsche truck sittin' on Beautises Thinkin' you can fuck with' me, man you must be ludicrous Fall back I do this shit my trap house got me super rich Dominican bitch she super thick no goofy shit I'm with the shit Like who the shit? Like who the shit?
[Verse 2: Ballout] No ballin' shit Go to the mall just coppin' shit Pickin' shit, Ion really care just gettin' shit In my trap, I ain't sellin' nothing but them chickens bitch Really just be coolin' motherfuckers say they be kickin' it Riding with the squad and we got Michael Pippen bitch
[Verse 3: Tadoe] Capo the Barbarian We sending shots, you bury em Them hoes I one night and fuck you wife em up and marry em I shove dick all in her mouth she's calling me Sean Merriman I ain't worried bout no fuckin opp this 4-0 that I'm carrying Squad Bitch Tweak. You get robbed, shit Swear to God caper boy, I'll call him he on his job quick
[Verse 3: Capo] Squad shit, GBE on that mob shit Pullin' 30's totin' weapons And we lettin' them spark bitch Say you don't want no smoke Then why you start shit? If I catch an opp lackin', smoke his ass Comin' out that apartment
[Verse 5: Gino Marley] Duffle bags full of work Catcg molly carrying Bury em, money got me buying shit not wearin it Big blunts of the earth and no bitch I'm not sharing it I money get, young nigga flex on bitch like Money Mitch
[Verse 6: SD] Come through they like who the shit SD he got hoover clips Come through with the biggest 40 don't make us have to do this shit I be in the back with your bitch jus coolin' it Don; t make us spread the word, I have the whole town moving it Goofy bitch, when I'm on the block you know them beams lit Usually, I be with the squad just kickin' it But if you think it's macaroni you gonna make us empty clips Common sense we ride with the mobs just takin' shit
[Verse 7: Tray Savage] Cautious Cautious these niggas best be cautious I got a couple shooters they X you like a marksmen Get down bitch! Fore I let this fifty spit Designer shit, designer shit all I rocks designer shit
[Verse 8: Gino Marley] Trap house running stupid loose Couple pints of drink so you know we need a sprite or two Crib with a mountain view Racing to the money so you know I ran a light or two No fighting ain't no wrestling ain't nobody in this bitch bulletproof Foreign whips with Forgi's too fuck her like the pussy new No bitch you can't spend no night I might just one hour you Trappin is a must so I'm just winning like the winners do Cooler than a cooler with a mac that got a cooler too
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