
Who the Shit Fredo Santana (Ft. Ballout, Capo (GBE), Gino Marley, SD, Tadoe & Tray Savage)
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[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
Pull up I'm like who the shit
My Porsche truck sittin' on Butzi's
Thinkin' you can fuck wit' me, man, you must be ludicrous
Fall back, I do this shit, my trap house got me super rich
Dominican bitch, she super thick, no goofy shit, I'm with the shit
Like, who the shit? Like, who the shit?
[Verse 2: Ballout]
No ballin' shit
Go to the mall just coppin' shit
Pickin' shit, I don't really care just gettin' shit
In my trap, I ain't sellin' nothin' but them chickens bitch
Really just be coolin', motherfuckers say they be kickin' it
Ridin' with the squad and we got Michael Pippen, bitch
[Verse 3: Tadoe]
Capo the Barbarian
We sending shots, we bury 'em
Them hoes I one night and fuck, you wife 'em up and marry 'em
I slam dick all in her mouth, she callin' me Sean Merriman
I ain't worried 'bout no fuckin opp, this 4-0 that I'm carryin'
Squad, bitch, tweak, you get robbed, shit
Swear to God, Caperboy, I'll call him, he on his job quick
[Verse 4: Capo]
Squad shit, GBE on that mob shit
Pullin' 30's, totin' weapons
And we lettin' them bitches spark, bitch
Say you don't want no smoke
Then why you start shit?
If I catch an opp lackin', smoke his ass
Comin' out that apartment
Pull up I'm like who the shit
My Porsche truck sittin' on Butzi's
Thinkin' you can fuck wit' me, man, you must be ludicrous
Fall back, I do this shit, my trap house got me super rich
Dominican bitch, she super thick, no goofy shit, I'm with the shit
Like, who the shit? Like, who the shit?
[Verse 2: Ballout]
No ballin' shit
Go to the mall just coppin' shit
Pickin' shit, I don't really care just gettin' shit
In my trap, I ain't sellin' nothin' but them chickens bitch
Really just be coolin', motherfuckers say they be kickin' it
Ridin' with the squad and we got Michael Pippen, bitch
[Verse 3: Tadoe]
Capo the Barbarian
We sending shots, we bury 'em
Them hoes I one night and fuck, you wife 'em up and marry 'em
I slam dick all in her mouth, she callin' me Sean Merriman
I ain't worried 'bout no fuckin opp, this 4-0 that I'm carryin'
Squad, bitch, tweak, you get robbed, shit
Swear to God, Caperboy, I'll call him, he on his job quick
[Verse 4: Capo]
Squad shit, GBE on that mob shit
Pullin' 30's, totin' weapons
And we lettin' them bitches spark, bitch
Say you don't want no smoke
Then why you start shit?
If I catch an opp lackin', smoke his ass
Comin' out that apartment
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