That Boy Jiggy & Lil Backwood - Who is You? Lyrics

Bitch throwin' brain to the crew
Aye, this a money party, gang, who is you?
I got people doing crazy business when it comes to blues
I'm sipping drink, gnawing off, hoping I ain't catch a flu
I got Glock on me and a baby Glock, it came in twos
Bad child, hard-headed, always trying to break the rules
Ain't been a smoker, if it's smoke, we bout to face it with this Juul
Since we be facing, baby, can you give me face up in the coupe?
When I hit the scene, they shaking ass, cause this the life I'm living
Hit my bitch in all caps, saying deuces, now she livid
Chain on me, and my brother got a chain like we in prison
If it's static, let it be, cause I'ma take that shit the distance
Woah, I just slapped her off of eight of red
3.5 of the opps in my pockets, trying to face the dead
All you do is snitch in court, you trying to face the lead
And your bitch slurping on me, call her Danny, cause she pace the head
Bitch, why you sipping Claritin
Green all up inside your f*cking pop, this shit embarrassing
Bout to take the cat off like a heli or a Perriman
Blew the engine off the f*cking kitty and the Cullinan
Basically, I just need the f*cking penjamin
Stacking all my money, I've been counting up the Benjamins
Big Worm like I'm Peasy, know more Michigan than Edison
I think 2040 bout to be the year I run for president
You work a 9-5, I'm in a gated residence
Bitch just gave me brain, I'm finna take that bitch intelligence
Dunkin' call me Zion, not a donut, but a pelican
I'm racing to the pape, I'm off a 30 in my element
I'm in the field, I'm making f*cking plays like Eno Benjamin
This bitch, she tryna' f*ck, she might as well just bring her bestie then
I'm always on my shoulder, cause my lean has been my bestest friend
It's me and Davey, booted off the wocky and the medicine
Dame Lillard drop zero, always riding in a blazer
Dirty piss and good purp, got me feeling like a Laker
If it's opps lurking, then they ass be ducking double lasers
If I'm f*cking on a hoe, then I'm Yo Gotti, gotta rake her
Shoplifter in my blood, I see your bitch, I gotta take her
You be sneezing round' the money, you allergic to the paper
Think you gang, but you really in the clergy, you a faker
In the bed like it's a dinner, gave the tip like she a waiter
I ain't trying to do no rap features
Quick to drop some numbers on your head like a math teacher
Bitch, we in the room, we you got your hoe we finna tag team her
That's yo bestie on my dick, bitch, now she crying, cut into to a bitch just like a slit race
Nijah Houston with the bag cuz' with the paper I'mma kick flip it
Hoe bitch with her friend in her ear I can't miss bitches