Who Is Him (feat. Pooh Shiesty)

Mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm
 Got it locked through Atlanta
 Yeah, yeah
 Got a lot to handle
 (Spiffo made it, bitch)
 Brr, big brr
 Ayy, Fox 13, we rep that murder gang, we don't do no attempts
 Hop out on the slammer with this chopper like I'm Shawn Kemp
 Drew down on him with his pants down in front of U of M
 1017 Shiesty Gang, I got them folks like, "Who is him?"
 Bitch, you try me and get whacked, I promise this is not the way
 Know she wanna fuck 'cause she keep staring in my Cartier
 I think about guns and money sixty times throughout the day
 Nobody safe, you can't go get shit to stop these 308s, on God
 Entertain like Cedric, had that codeine in my beverage
 Way back in day, let them niggas use me for leverage (well, damn)
 F on my report card, on my hip, I got an F and N
 Pulled up on me poppin', but he won't pull up and pop again
 I don't care 'bout who he is or who his kin, just do him in
 Cold, dark pool, they threw him in, I just shot off his chin (burr)
 Murder case, Snoop Dogg, back in the day, no juice and gin (Snoop)
 And I'm the coach, I'm with the goats
 We go for it on fourth and ten (go)
 Always was the robber where we stayed, so I didn't play with 'em
 Police don't even try to talk to wop, got nothin' to say to 'em
 Five-shot, 38 on me, put a trey to him
 Big dawg in the yard, took a nigga tray from him
 Ayy, Fox 13, we rep that murder gang, we don't do no attempts
 Hop out on the slammer with this chopper like I'm Shawn Kemp
 Drew down on him with his pants down in front of U of M
 1017 Shiesty Gang, I got them folks like, "Who is him?"
 Bitch, you try me and get whacked, I promise this is not the way
 Know she wanna fuck 'cause she keep staring in my Cartier
 I think about guns and money sixty times throughout the day
 Nobody safe, you can't go get shit to stop these 308s, on God
 Niggas starve theyself, the whole time, somethin' to eat in they face
 Look at that lil' nigga from the Creek, his ass done made a way
 I ain't just go put food on the table, I passed out the plates
 I'm missing Tre, ain't nobody have me like my nigga day
 It's time to slide
 Walk with a hundred up in the chopper, I shot eighty-five
 Mix them Percocets with the exotic, I'm back energized
 Do donuts up in the 'Cat, drive it like it got nine lives
 You ain't take 'em down with me, nigga, so is you not my slime
 Niggas talkin' out they neck, but that lil' shit won't slow me up
 Two double cups, big congratulations, time to pour me up
 We rollin' up, mixin' different flavors, keep my wood stuffed
 If you got somethin' dancin' on your wrist, it's time to hold it up
 Ayy, Fox 13, we rep that murder gang, we don't do no attempts
 Hop out on the slammer with this chopper like I'm Shawn Kemp
 Drew down on him with his pants down in front of U of M
 1017 Shiesty Gang, I got them folks like, "Who is him?"
 Bitch, you try me and get whacked, I promise this is not the way
 Know she wanna fuck 'cause she keep staring in my Cartier
 I think about guns and money sixty times throughout the day
 Nobody safe, you can't go get shit to stop these 308s, on God
 On Chopper Gang, on so icy G, this my squad
 Brr, brr, lay up grass in your yard
 Nigga, 413 gang, ayy (Spiffo made it, bitch)
 1017 on my damn chain, brr