Who Wants What (feat. Ab-Soul) (Explicit)

Who Wants What (Explicit) - Russ/Ab-Soul

Lyrics by：Russell Vitale/Herbert Stevens IV

Composed by：Russell Vitale/Herbert Stevens IV

Russ：

Yeah

I own property and land I'm in popular demand

'Cause the catalog is long I got more songs than Robert Plant

If you diss and you get hit that's just a part of who I am

I'm Italian I can't help it we love talkin' with our hands

Had to conjure up a plan launch a monster from a man

Your favorite singer at my crib it's big it's Ariana Grand'

Sayin' "Sorry" in advance I got Paul McCartney fans

Rockin' Marni this ain't Barneys I'm a star the Hardees man

Army van instead of lookin' for a Bentley to cop

'Cause as of late being a rapper is the deadliest job

Why you think I got like six guns around the crib Just pick one

Five six but with a stick I swear like I feel like 6'1"

But let me chill death is not a joke this ain't Wendy Will'

'Cause this Henny still got me wired like Henry Hill

Very ill my entrepreneurial phase is long

I out-rap your favorite rapper then drop your girl's favorite song

Who f**kin' with me I feel like Shaq on the magic

I studied the dream ooh you got lucky Hakeem

Plaques in countries I ain't seen I am a money machine

Your girl like Gumby how she bends over f**k me it seems

That I've struck a nerve I'm a boss there's no one I'm employed by

That's why every show I do looks like a f**kin' Floyd fight

You're annoyed by my confidence how beta of you

You didn't feed your wolves so now they 'bout to take you for food

S**t lot of people love to talk from the stands I ain't hearin' it

My J's ain't dirty this is sand from the pyramids

Dave Mirra s**t with the bars I'm a legend

Jennifer wouldn't f**k me had to garner attention yeah

Am I ungrateful or ambitious Or maybe I'm both

I'm cuttin' off my crazy b***hes or maybe I won't

It's inspirin' but tirin' too

I'm 'bout to fly her in but I would never buy her a coupe

I don't reply to her nudes off the wine I get rude

Hired McLaren but then I had to fire the Ruf

All this truth that I give like Paul Pierce buckets

God talks to me I'm Will Smith I'm all ears run it

I love it devised a plan and then I worked the strategy

Took a lot of swings to hit this ain't the first at bat for me

Heard you mad at me I irk you casually

What hurts you actually is I'm a f**kin' boss

I gave my circle salaries

This is Nipsey mixed with Kobe yeah I merge mentalities

Y'all got herd anatomy I got merch in factories

Shippin' out global multi-million dollar mogul

Lately I been bumpin' Roddy Ricch and feelin' antisocial

I been vocal

Uh

Givin' gems but I'm a Libra so I'm givin' opals

My circle gettin' tighter now I swear this s**t's an oval

My mind is mobile it's omnipresent

I wrote a book of my beliefs that people follow

Gotta call me legend

F**k all these peasants that be hatin' on me

S**t ask the last guy what happened when you playin' with me

One more time

F**k all these peasants that be hatin' on me

Ask the last guy what happened when you playin' with me

Russ：

Who wants what Where when why say it

Why say it

Who wants what Who wants what

Who wants what

Who wants what Where when why say it

Why say it

If not shut the f**k up stop playin' stop playin'

Stop playin'

Who wants what Where when why say it

Why say it

Who wants what Who wants what

Who wants what

Who wants what Where when why say it

Why I say it ayy

If not shut the f**k up stop playin' stop playin'

Stop playin' man

Ab-Soul：

Know your roots and who you rootin' for

KRS Two I kept the intelligent movement in route thus far

Hope you don't mind that I do

Not like I needed approval from you or somethin'

Nah

I took a spoonful of the puddin'

The proof was put in the truth is digustin'

Yuck

Your views amuse my vision your outlook funny

I had to enrich my sense without no money

But now we get into it it's more than music to flow with me

I'm gonna need to see a quote from my quotes that's poetry

Been on me globally from the omens I've spoken openly

Not 'cause I pose to be what they told me I'm 'posed to be

Hopefully n***as get the memo and don't take it out of context

Uh

We ain't on the same page check my table of contents

Stop it I'm well read like the Nickerson Gardens

Straight out of Carson play your cards or get discarded

I ain't the type of artist to be disregarded

This what art is simple as that shut up and rap

Where the lyricists at How sad

Your clique ain't on top of the game that's just a mouse-pad

They want the old Soul I can't deny my ascension

They want the branzino but they ain't tryna go fishin'

I took the scenic route made wrong turns I let y'all have y'all turn

But I thought Longterm so I can teach 'em how

Virtuous patience is I believe that

Yeah

Remember that you can't just win they gon' want a rematch

Uh

A lot of people that you connect with need to be detached

The fame may go to your head most of it be cap

Facts

Mind over matter respect the telekinetics

I move a mountain by the mile 'cause I said it

The rapper's rapper Black Lip Pastor the prophet the God

Playin' fetch with blank checks at the top with my dawgs

Who want what

Huh

Nobody I'm 'bout to go potty

That s**t I'm kickin it but I don't know no karate

No need for cold feet I ain't playin' no hockey

'Specially when effortlessly the flow is Mojave

Yeah

Underground emperor my ring need kisses

Every move is calculated like we teach physics

Eat a rapper have 'em cease existence

Then catch a attitude 'cause now I gotta clean these dishes

Soul

Russ：

Who wants what Where when why say it

Why say it

Who wants what Who wants what

Who wants what

Who wants what Where when why say it

Why say it

If not shut the f**k up stop playin' stop playin'

Stop playin'

Who wants what Where when why say it

Why say it

Who wants what Who wants what

Who wants what

Who wants what Where when why say it

Why I say it

If not shut the f**k up stop playin' stop playin'

Stop playin'