Lyrics WHO'S THAT - OFB

WHO'S THAT

Add a K to the O, get blammed
Ghosty
Listen up, listen up, mad
This four door ain’t got no headlights
Bro, head right, jump out and wet guys
And a K to the O, some wet wipes
Free SJ, broski keep your head high
Swinging my shank for your head twice
No red lights, skid, skrr on a ped bike
Loose screw, give a fuck 'bout my head type
Got my head tight, got nicked but said lies
Ay, who’s that?
Freeze up
When you’re running with your friends
Just make sure that you keep up
No clean up, pull on blocks and sweep up
What would you do if you bucked me and Creeper
Step in the dance and my tunes get wheel up
They hide on their block when they hear this beater
Seen him, he’s mine, that’s finders keepers
Run down a paigon, bore up his Fila
I told bro that he’s mine but he got there first
LOL, got me standing at lights
Broad day or evening, get burst
At the back of the dance, this leng one’s burst
Broski put a hole in his shirt
And he rubbed out there, couldn’t wait for a nurse
Sweet gyal got double C purse
Bandokay, I’ve been bad from my birth
Yo, I’m tryna pack one of these nerds
Jump out, bang, leave one on the curb
Birds, I’m out 'ere flying these birds
Twist your shank deep in, insert
Buss your gun, full clip, reverse
Gang crash corn, we don’t speak with words
Twist your shank deep in, insert
Buss your gun, full clip, reverse
All I can say that life is a bitch
Had a dots in the ride, rudeboy don’t slip
Won’t know who’s who when the whip got tints
Jump out, ching that, no need for a vid
Man burn these boogs and buy new kicks
Tell bro lay low 'cause he just pass CID
I can name couple man that try come Nizz
Then got chased out when I back this chings
Your heartbeat stops when you clock this whip
Start doing legs when they seeing it spin
Get cheffed and shot for flexing in vids
No Beyblade shit but I let that rip
Best run for your life when my hand’s on my hip
We dump off corn 'til we empty the clip
My North West ting just cattin' for dick
But I’m going on a glide and my phone’s at crib
This four door ain’t got no headlights
Bro, head right, jump out and wet guys
And a K to the O, some wet wipes
Free SJ, broski keep your head high
Swinging my shank for your head twice
No red lights, skid, skrr on a ped bike
Loose screw, give a fuck 'bout my head type
Got my head tight, got nicked but said lies
Ay, who’s that?
Freeze up
When you’re running with your friends
Just make sure that you keep up
No clean up, pull on blocks and sweep up
What would you do if you bucked me and Creeper
Step in the dance and my tunes get wheel up
They hide on their block when they hear this beater
Seen him, he’s mine, that’s finders keepers
Run down a paigon, bore up his Fila