[Intro]
I be wondering man like
Who the fuck are you man?
Who are you? I don't know

[Chorus]
I got pounds and bricks of yayo, who are you? (Who are you?)
Lotta shootas on the payroll, who are you? (Who are you?)
Bitch I'm runnin' through a check, who are you? (Fff beep beep)
Hood n***a with respect, who are you? (Who are you?)
Who are you? (Who are you?) Who are you?
Keep some shooters on deck, who are you? (Bang, bang bang)
Grab the nine or the TEC, who are you? (Bang, bang, bang)
Who are you? Who are you?

[Verse 1]
Shoot that n***a man, stomp that n***a (What?)
He ain't Front$treet, man fuck that n***a (Fuck)
Wanna go to war? What, you upset n***a? (Let's get it)
Guess how many ran when I up my pistol (Bang bang bang bang)
Gettin' head while I'm countin' Benjs
I swear the Lord can be my witness (I swear to God man)
Hundred thousand off them chicken (What?)
My n***as eatin', no Thanksgiving (Trap)
Shoot that n***a, expose that n***a (What?)
Shit get real, gon' fold ass n***a (Fake ass n***as)
I don't fuck with no old ass n***as (Hell nah)
All I fuck with them young ass n***as (Ahahah)
Dumb ass n***a, cock gun back n***a
Got my team like a runback n***a
Pop a couple Xans and I roll a lot of swishers
Forget everything, I think I shot four n***as (What the fuck just happened?)
Don't go nowhere if I ain't got my fuckin' pistol (Pistol)
[Chorus]
I got pounds and bricks of yayo, who are you?
Lotta shootas on the payroll, who are you?
Bitch I'm runnin' through a check, who are you?
Hood n***a with respect, who are you?
Who are you? Who are you?
Keep some shooters on deck, who are you?
Grab the nine or the TEC, who are you?
Who are you? Who are you?

[Verse 2]
I'm Fredo from Front Street, who the fuck is you? (Big Boss)
Got a hunnid fuckin' guns, I ain't even gotta shoot (Nah)
And I'm high off Xanax right now in the booth (Boss)
Might pull off with ya boo when I pull up in that coupe (Skrt)
Bitch I'm runnin' out of bricks, time to call Jesús (Warrup man!)
You can catch me roll one and tryna dodge the State troops (Fuck 'em)
Young "Trapper of the Year", man that ain't nothin' new (Trap king Fredo, man)
Man you know how I do, might pull up get to shootin' (Bang bang)
Flexin' on them, hurtin' they feelings (Fuck 'em)
Fucked yo bitch then I keep it pimpin' (Fuck that thot)
My favorite spot is the kitchen (Skrt)
I swear I love water whippin' (Whip)

[Chorus]
I got pounds and bricks of yayo, who are you? (What?)
Lotta shootas on the payroll, who are you? (Who are you?)
Bitch I'm runnin' through a check, who are you? (Who are you?)
Hood n***a with respect, who are you? (What?)
Who are you? Who are you? (Who are you?)
Keep some shooters on deck, who are you? (Bang bang)
Grab the nine or the TEC, who are you? (Bang bang bang)
Who are you? (Who are you?) Who are you?