Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who Want What, artist - Merkules. Album song Special Occasion, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BMG Rights Management (US), Merkules, RBC
Song language: English
Who Want What |
Come on |
What? |
Come on |
Niggas are fuckin' with the illest |
Baby get realest (What?) |
And shit we do today |
Is gon' catch up with us |
And kill us |
mothafuckas head was shot (Damn!) |
Fuckin lead was hot (Damn!) |
And leave em dead (Damn!) |
cuttin' shit up |
Like raw key (Woo!) |
It’s like I’m from Crystal Lake |
And my last name is Voorhees (Come on!) |
Only cause I know |
How you look up to a nigga |
From the ground (Come on!) |
If you don’t know |
Ask the nigga that they |
Just put in the ground |
Slugs weigh about a ounce |
So I must have put in a pound |
At least (Bitch!) |
Gave it to another nigga for lookin' (Come on!) |
Money before the slugs (Woo!) |
Remember me cause |
I’ma be there |
To bury you |
And we’ll just get it on |
In the cemetery |
If they got you fucked up |
And they keep talkin' that shit |
Just tell em |
Who want what? |
Who want what? |
When you pull up |
Outside right in front of they crib |
Just tell em |
Who want what? |
Who want what? |
(What?) |
An when they call the police |
And tell em what you did |
Just tell em (Come on!) |
Who want what? |
Who want what? |
(What?) |
Stomp down and |
Ruff Ryders |
You should know what it is |
I’m yellin (Come on!) |
Who want what? |
Who want what? |
Sniffin on bath salts |
Hear the click |
Turn your click |
Into caviar |
Hit a lick at your stash spot |
And dip through the backyard |
Vanguard |
Trust me with the triggers |
It’s hands on |
dope shit |
Get hit like a roach clip |
My shooters hop out of |
Ubers with bazookas |
They don’t miss |
We hammerhead sharks |
And the goldfish |
Explosive |
Throw latex gloves in the trunk |
We leaving no prints |
Patron sippin |
I get violent at times |
Ruff Ryders |
Slugs firing through the side of your ride |
I’m outta my mind |
I’m a product of the block I reside |
I’ll leave your brains across the pavement |
With your body outlined |
Certified homicide with Dame Grease on the beat |
Throw DMX on a record |
We bringing heat to the street |
Who let the dogs out? |
They told me it’s a dog eat dog world |
So when it’s dark and Hell is hot |
I’ll be on all of y’all nerves |
If they got you fucked up |
And they keep talkin' that shit |
Just tell em |
Who want what? |
Who want what? |
When you pull up |
Outside right in front of they crib |
Just tell em |
Who want what? |
Who want what? |
(What?) |
An when they call the police |
And tell em what you did |
Just tell em (Come on!) |
Who want what? |
Who want what? |
(What?) |
Stomp down and |
Ruff Ryders |
You should know what it is |
I’m yellin (Come on!) |
Who want what? |
Who want what? |
Who want what? |
Who want what? |
Who want what? |
Who want what? |
(What?) (Come on!) |
Who want what? |
Who want what? |
(What?) (Come on!) |
Who want what? |
Who want what? |