Who is That (feat. AyyyeVon Beats)

Tryna ball like Joel I stuff the stats My pockets gon swell they getting fat Starting to feel like Odell I'm getting racks Now they hearing Lovell they like who is that Shorty just caught my smell and she got attached Got her under a spell like I'm doing magic Really give niggas hell man this shit is tragic Really winning for real this shit getting drastic They can't do shit with me like I'm Shaq And I got that girl hooked like a latch I get fly every night like a bat Too much drip got a leak need a patch Getting cake think I need a new batch Think I'm flexing but nah I'm relaxed Need a stapler got paper in stacks Ain't no question nigga that's a fact Bank racks slide back Money in pounds like I lift in the gym Yanks hat with the side patch I hit from the back while I'm bending the brim Out Georgetown I'm balling I'm Above the Rim They treating my page like they tryna watch film My jewelry so bright got the lights looking dim Cash got my pants baggy they posed to fit slim I remember when I wasn't onto shit Now I spit that hot shit and I found my niche Another one tryna hate add him to the list All this water on me I feel like a fish She on games tell that girl pass the sticks Two can play I'll just f*ck with her friends Matter fact pass them joints to my men In her shit I swim like I got fins See my drip and they tryna be twins See they drip and that shit make me wince Now they mad yeah I got niggas tense Kick my shit I got strength in my shins Steppin hard I got strength in my limbs On a roll like I'm knocking down pins Money put up for my next of kin Cause one day I'm gon pay for these sins Tryna ball like Joel I stuff the stats My pockets gon swell they getting fat Starting to feel like Odell I'm getting racks Now they hearing Lovell they like who is that Shorty just caught my smell and she got attached Got her under a spell like I'm doing magic Really give niggas hell man this shit is tragic Really winning for real this shit getting drastic The rip go on daily it ain't rlly nothing I'm up and big stepping you broke and need crutches Swear every season the clothes come in bunches Cause every three months I be upping my budget Knew I was running it up when bro hit me and said Let's hit St Kitts and I just said f*ck it I'm rlly balling on niggas And ain't even trying for real think I need some more touches Can't even cap it be hard not to flex Cause I'm getting chicken wings thighs and the breast Shit got me feeling like Bron at his best I'm stepping real hard and I'm beating my chest I just been stacking and running it up going nuts I be thumbing through cash like a text I love my haters I stay getting to em get fly in They face like a muh fuckin pest Man your drip tired give that shit rest Shit for the birds you building a nest Tryna dress like me go head be my guest I do it right so I guess you went left Fly to New York just to ball like the Nets Whole team be balling we run through the sets Swear I'ma have us all flying on jets We birds of a feather and you know the rest Tryna ball like Joel I stuff the stats My pockets gon swell they getting fat Starting to feel like Odell I'm getting racks Now they hearing Lovell they like who is that Shorty just caught my smell and she got attached Got her under a spell like I'm doing magic Really give niggas hell man this shit is tragic Really winning for real this shit getting drastic Lovell