ฟังเพลงWho Could It Be (feat. Cl’Che’, Dougie D, Trae Tha Truth) (Explicit)

Who Could It Be (Explicit) - Zro/Cl’Che’/Dougie D/Trae Tha Truth

Who could it be

But that M double A-B

And we're sho nuff gon shine

Making everybody lose their mind

Who could it be

But that M double A-B

And we're sho nuff gon shine

Making everybody lose their mind

The same niggas on the block

Wrecking it won't stop

We bout to head to the top

Cocked dropping the top

With glocks ready to box

Somebody bout to get dropped

F**k around with the Maab

You fin to get shined out

Do you really wanna f**k around wit us

Come out of the trunk

With a AK with us

Better watch out for brains

You got a one hitter quitter

Ni**a we the Southside

H-Town mob figgas

Rob niggas on the block affiliated with drug dealers

Go getters and a hundred percent thug niggas

You don't wanna step to us

You getting hugged ni**a

On the microphone with flow

You get drugged ni**a

You better get somewhere

You can't block the shine

I'm ready for any ni**a

That wanna get out of line

I'll tell you one mo' time

You better respect my mind

When a red light shine

Go and lay it down

Who the niggas that wanna talk down

Who the b**ch that wanna hate

I'm fin to sweat up they face

Me and Doug and Ro up on a paper chase

Trying to get it like a fiend with a top case

In the race we done did that candy blue

In the lap wearing a black hat f**k that

Somebody fin to get done

Till everybody be gon

And ni**a we number one

Who could it be

But that M double A-B

And we're sho nuff gon shine

Making everybody lose their mind

Who could it be

But that M double A-B

And we're sho nuff gon shine

Making everybody lose their mind

I'm a give it to you live I'ma give it to you raw

I ain't even fin to play with you motherf**kers

I'm a motherf**ker that'll be packing a glock

Taking em out with red dots I'm a head busta

I'ma Maab out I'ma ride out no doubt

Making motherf**kers slide out need to hide out

F**k around with the wrong ni**a pull the nine out

Leave a motherf**ker crispy burned and fried out

Does the Dougie give it out mmm-hmm

Like a ni**a be smoking up on good green fur

F**king em up in the first round yes sir

I'm just so cold I make a ni**a say burr

Gripping a round me and my dogs get bucked

With the Lil Cl'Che still ready to get crunk

We M double A-B now little b**ch what

On a treaty the microphone we ain't no punk

Dougie D so thoed and they already know

The Trae and the J Z-Ro by bo

Got a kin folk raw that be gripping a gun

I got a king folk right that be dropping a bomb

I got a click of motherf**kers putting words on the run

And when you thought it was over ni**a it just begun

And when you hear this sh*t ni**a don't you bump

When you feel you ready ni**a then come get some

Who could it be

But that M double A-B

And we're sho nuff gon shine

Making everybody lose their mind

Who could it be

But that M double A-B

And we're sho nuff gon shine

Making everybody lose their mind

Got em all asking

Who could it be

That Guerilla M double A-B

And C-L-C-H-E

The classified lady sho nuff

Watch me shine up on the scene

Make em all say their so thoed

Sitting back on these hoes

That's trying to out do my flows

And all I wanna do is get the key

And open the do'

For my Southeastern pros

F**k it let's show em that we could

Swang the 4's

I'm on a mission steady trying to get the cream

Maab deep with the KMJ killa team

Doing things making mo' money than you ever seen

While you watching me on your big screen

BET or MTV posters hanging at your local grocery

Now everybody know me Cl'Che make you lose your mind

Everytime you jam a Maab c d the classified's on your mind

Southside I bring it to you live so please don't underestimate me

Or my niggas Trae Dougie D and Z-Ro sing the hook for me

Who could it be

But that M double A-B

And we're sho nuff gon shine

Making everybody lose their mind

Who could it be

But that M double A-B

And we're sho nuff gon shine

Making everybody lose their mind

Who could it be blowing on doja

Consuming codeine cause I'm just a soldier

That stays on his grind chasing that feddy

These fellas they ain't ready

They lightweight and I'm heavy

The Mo City Don king of the ghetto

I keep dropping bombs cause I just can't let go

I'm thoed in the game hydro or that do-do

Catch Z-Ro in slow-mo Z-Ro not no hoe thogh

I swang and I swerve like Tony Montana

My balls are my word

Come down your chimney like Santa

And put you to bed

For talking down on a O G

Really though y'all don't know me

I will make you die slowly

Who could it be

But that M double A-B

And we're sho nuff gon shine

Making everybody lose their mind

Who could it be

But that M double A-B

And we're sho nuff gon shine

Making everybody lose their mind

Who could it be

But that M double A-B

And we're sho nuff gon shine