Who Is You
[Intro: Marth O]
Welcome
Your souls will be placed into this new transformation
Are you ready Go with me and Marth O?
Well then

[Chorus: Marth O]
I might just be posted up in DC with the fame
You are not my friend, best to make that money rain
Talkin' all that shit, boy I knew you was ah lame
Bitches tryna' pipe, because she know I got the fame
But who is you, who is you, who is you, who is you, aye
You might be the one, but who is you (Yeah)
Who is you, who is you, who is you, who is you, aye
You might be the one, but who is you (Yeah)
Who is you, who is you, who is you, who is you, aye
You might be the one, but who is you (Yеah)
Who is you, who is you, who is you, who is you, aye
You might be the, ayе, aye (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Marth O]
Word around town little one you got the juice
Rolling up the gas little one who is you?
That's a bad bitch and if she come my way she can have it
Northside D.C. and we always kept it classic
Girl who is and why you gotta be so graphic
Why you trappin' at your spot, you really need to stop it
All up in my face and why these people keep on fakin
Girl what is you doing, damn my fucking head is achin
Rolling up the gas and we bout to smoke Jamaican (We getting to the money)
Who is you without religion?
[Chorus: Marth O]
I might just be posted up in DC with the fame
You are not my friend, best to make that money rain
Talkin' all that shit, boy I knew you was ah lame
Bitches tryna' pipe, because she know I got the fame
But who is you, who is you, who is you, who is you, aye
You might be the one, but who is you (Yeah)
Who is you, who is you, who is you, who is you, aye
You might be the one, but who is you
Who is you, who is you, who is you, who is you, aye
You might be the one, but who is you

[Verse 1: Tolwok]
Why can't I (Why can't, hey)
Hit it like (Tag sound)
Flying to the sky (Flying to the sky)
I was running through the 6 with my woe (Woah)
That was my bro (Huh)
He had to go, he had to pick the flow (Pick it up, pick it up)
Flowers on flowers, talking for hours, I like it sour
Sour like powder, give me more chowder, you and that power
You gotta understand, me and my other band, we like to throw them hands
Come and say yes sir, yes sir to pastor, picture on picture
Chase I'm a hater (Wait)
Yeah, yeah, hoe, You ah hoe, you ah nigga with the telephone (You do it)
You the nigga gonna get the crow (You do it)
You the nigga, you the nigga
These niggas wanna go in, aye, these niggas wanna get picked, aye
Hit it like ah medal, yeah, hit it like I'm settled, yeah, yeah