Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who That Be, artist - Rich Brian. Date of issue: 08.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Who That Be |
| Yo bitch on me but you can never do nothing |
| 'Cause yo' mama raised a pussy |
| Every time I walk to the drop top, can’t help but |
| Close my eyes 'cause my whip so glossy |
| God damn, bitch, I don’t smoke no gas |
| I don’t pop no Xans, |
| hella cake |
| I just need that ass, don’t worry 'bout no mans |
| Look at me, look at he, you don’t wanna fuck with we |
| Hit the streets, roll on me, you gon' end up in the sea |
| 7:30, wake up, skrt up in the lobby then proceed to flee |
| All my people ridin' in the backseat on a killin' spree |
| Wait, who that be, ready on the count of 3 |
| Squeeze the G, |
| leave the scene |
| Bouncin' like the trampoline |
| Gettin' bread, earn income (Man) |
| Spent it on this Balmain |
| Working all night I might run into the Batman |
| I don’t see no such thing as a mothe’fuckin' bro, mane |
| You ain’t fuckin' slick if you think you in my team, mane |
| We gon' pull up on the kids with a flat brim cap and the tats get the brick |
| And I don’t give a fuck, hit em with the damn dicks |
| Man, hold up, pause, now they red like Santa Claus |
| I’m a G bet there’s something wrong with me |
| All these mans on the ground, lookin like the dead ass sea |
| Yeah, pull up on me, sip a high-t, 'til I OD |
| I don’t really give a fuck no more, B |
| Skrrt skrrt onamonapee, bitch Grand Prix |
| Pull up on a fuckin enemy, third degree |
| Now I’ma go right back to the crib (To the crib bitch) |
| And leave the fuckin country with the brick (Loudpack) |
| I’d call the cops on myself if I can (If I can) |
| This shit too crazy, need the fuckin ambulance (Ambulance) |
| Don’t wear no jackets, I just wear that metal vest (Skrrt skrrt) |
| Got all this money but these bitches unimpressed (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Getting bread, earn income (Man) |
| Spend it on this Balmain |
| Working all night I might run into the Bat (Man) |
| I don’t see no such thing as a motherfucking bro mane |
| You ain’t fucking slick if you think you in my team, mane |
| 7:30 wake up skrt up in the lobby then proceed to flee |
| All my people riding in the back seat on a killing spree |
| Wait, who that be? |
| Ready on the count of 3 |
| Squeeze the G, leave the scene |
| Bouncin' like the trampoline |
| Yeah |