Who Is That? - YN Jay & Louie Ray

(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
(It's a Wayne beat)
You tryna figure out who that is right there
It's dark, I can't really see
Who is that?
Ayy

Built my empire from the ground, is that Ghazi?
Got a bitch, she only do brown, is that Roxy?
I beat my bitch up out in public, is that toxic?
My Detroit girl go brazy, is that molly?

Small pill, but it hit hard, is that Oxy?
Yeah, big healthy bud of weed, is that broccoli?
Tell the motherfuckers I don't need y'all, is that cocky?
Old head signed a Cali nigga, not Mozzy

Bitch give me super wet head, is that sloppy?
Nigga did the One Chip Challenge, is that Takis?
I got out my deal a year early, did they drop me?
New jewelry slidin' on ice, is that hockey?

I thought Lil E was singin', that's Jacquees
Alright, Wayne, your ass on fire, that's hot grease
Act like a young nigga with the strap and not think
But can you get into some real street shit and not blink?

Oh, my bad
Oh, my bad, I'm noddin' off, I was not asleep
You paid two fifty for the drank, that is not cheap
Shot him right below the knee where the tube socks be

Fuck, spilled half the pint beside the seat
I just bought a new car, yeah, come outside and see (Come here)
How smokey, I just had to step outside to breathe
Yeah, I just had to step outside for air
You scared of these hoes, you see dimes and stare
I'm gettin' to the pussy like a prize was there
Broke and stingy with the candy, I'm surprised he share
She was burnin' in the hood, but out of town, she rare

Guns in my kitchen cabinet, ain't no knives in there
Nigga walk up in the living room, he died in there
In the hood full of trap houses, they grind in there
Somebody asked me why I never care? I don't try to care
I'ma hit you in your head with a fuckin' glass bottle, I don't fight fair
Free my nigga locked behind the wall, he doin' life there
Bought a first-class on my way to Coochie Land, I caught a flight there

He was desperate to get to where he goin', rode his bike there
Like he came from the other side of town with this motherfucker
She got canned goods with her in the socks, she don't fight fair
She throwin' corn on a motherfucker (Shit)
It's a dark cloud over the city, always night there
City small, say I'm comin', it be right there

Oh, like, you be right there
Wow, right here (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm right there and I'm right here, I'm in two different places
Bitch, I'm Coochie Man and YN Jay, I got two different faces
How the fuck my nigga doin' crime and got two different cases?
Coochie Land full of bad bitches, all the bitches naked
Hm, you stay at somebody crib, probably in the basement

I jumped out the shower ass-naked on her, meat hangin'
Big crib, ain't seen the other side in a week maybe
I be fuckin' with the internet, but the streets pay me
Yeah, streets pay me
Fuckin' with the internet 'cause the streets janky
I think dog cooked the dope the best 'cause his eye lazy
Five hundred racks, a lot of cash, but it's not crazy

Damn, like, you know what I'm sayin', like, it ain't even like that
It ain't like that
It ain't like that