Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song WHO'S THAT, artist - OFB. Album song Frontstreet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rat Trap
Song language: English
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 |