Doodie Lo and Trippie Redd - Who You Are

(Now it's not magic, but it looks magical)
This ain't even no lean, it's cranberry juice
(DJ Bandz, oh man)
Ayy
Stay ten toes, you know? Big Doodie Lo

What the fuck is wrong with me? I think my mind is goin' crazy
How you wanna snake me out? You don't wanna see me make it
Fuck them niggas that be hatin', I know real Z's they Haitian
We eat golden rice, they say I am what I eat
I keep killers with me, I can get you touched for a verse
Put his ass on a shirt, put his ass in the dirt
Niggas dissin' V. Roy, that's really gonna get 'em hurt
We was just up in the party, throwin' bands at a show
Why that nigga talkin' like he official? Niggas, the softest
And them guns that you niggas is postin', I hope you brought 'em with you
Fuck it, kill all them niggas, I ain't gonna argue with you
Caught him had his daughter with him, pass, you a father, nigga
They say, "Doodie, get you some security, you a artist, nigga"
I be movin' militant, it's gon' be real hard to get me
I ain't seen him a long time, fuck, I'm on my wrong mind
Caught his ass loafin' with a bitch, that was on time

They say, "Doodie, you don't even know who you are now"
Gotta watch how I move 'cause I'm a star now
Never put my guards down
Sold dope, tar brown
I was sippin' lotta syrup
Smoke dope, no Durk
Xanax, no Perc'
Studio, no shirt
Never claim yo' worth
Slime me out, it won't work
Put a bitch on you
Duck, switch, don't move
Fucked up, wrong dude
Boom, boom, fuck dude

Livin' in his life of sin, all I wanna do is win
Pullin' up with FN's, aim 'em at your damn lid
What's up with your best friend? Heard that nigga turned pig
Bitch, you know that I'm GOAT, stomp 'em in some Gucci loafs
Step on shit, we Gucci ho, I'm livin' rich, not goin' broke
Pull up in that foreign ho, slidin' 'round with Doodie Lo
Lookin' like a D boy, peanut butter seats, boy
From that block, we destroy, RIP V.Roy

They say, "Doodie, you don't even know who you are now"
Gotta watch how I move 'cause I'm a star now
Never put my guards down
Sold dope, tar brown
I was sippin' lotta syrup
Smoke dope, no Durk
Xanax, no Perc'
Studio, no shirt
Never claim yo' worth
Slime me out, it won't work
Put a bitch on you
Duck, switch, don't move
Fucked up, wrong dude
Boom, boom, fuck dude
Bitch

Written by:
Michael Lamar White IV, Davis Saulassberry

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