DOM KENNEDY - Guess Who It Is lyrics
[DOM KENNEDY - Guess Who It Is lyrics]
Muthafucking game right here
We start diving in the end
Zone on y'all niggas
Cause we kicking y'all muthafucking
Ass like that nigga, yea
Aye what up nigga
My niggas moving in the Marina and shit
We fucking with the white people now
Niggas is making dates fucking tennis and
Shit nine in the morning
The fuck I'm talking about
And y'all niggas wanna talk
About thi maaaan I
Ain't even fucking talk about that shit
Nigga we got bigger shit going on
Yeah uh
Lets get into it
Guess who's bizzack
You steal hand cracking my songs
I'll beat your ass with the back of my phone
Joe Pesci on the West beat
I'm Keyshawn at SC
I ball so much that I might just win an ESPY
I'm feeling like the next me
My video is next week
I'm so sucker free but theses niggas
Is trying to next me, ew
Gucci and a rack, so why would I battle rap
When girls see me out and be
Like oooou where my camera at
Niggas in the club I'm like
Ummm where my hammer at
I ain't for the stupid shit
I just want to handle that
Models in the throttle on
Porsches with four horses
Telling the French waiter like man
I need more oysters the things I indulge in
Y'all dudes ain't exposing
Pinocchio ass niggas don't even
Stick your nose in, oh
Mr kennedy, titian like Tennessee
Not licensed to be fighting like
Tyson I'm off this Hennessy
Smooth like Emmitt be
Nigga that wore twenty-three
Forty five and nine once
Summer time is mine but
It's gon be a slight chill
Liking how my life feel
Them other dudes don't kill it but
The nigga on the mic will
South Beach, might chill, Daygo, I may go
You ain't even see how
We connected like legos
You ain't even see I was bout
To exit like Mase though
Right after the check cleared
You might not see me next year, shit
I've been a baller like Ben Baller
Fuck running for it
Nigga I've been in office
I'm huge in July, I'm big in August
I'm ready to die, nigga I'm BIG in all this
Rap rebel shit, you ain't on my level bitch
The government is handing out coke
So you better peddle it
The bar got a couple of cases
I'm trying to settle it gold card go hard
My old bitch rock Goyard
My new bitch drink Old E bamboos, gold teeth
In five, four seats
Spikezz, color feet, please
I'm so often, holier than gold crosses
Niggas know me I'm so Slauson
From Leimert park to Boston
Bean town to the Bronx I'm
Senile with the ugh
Back in 05 I would freestyle in some dunks
But now I ride around with
Me now in the truck
Yelling get out the way my nigga
It's me now in the front
I'm bout to buy a Porsche put
The cheese down in a month
Like come out the house ma that's
Me down in the front
I grinds like pepper, with dimes like Hefner
Might take you out to eat but
The wine is like extra
I'm trying like catcher from
Behind like catchers
But things never seem to
Be aligned like Tetris
Yo girl mine like the West is
She say I'm so sick and she
Trying not to catch it
But I ride like a Lexus
Her body is like oh god and
I'm trying not to bless it
I'm on fire where the exit
Dom is like a whole fucking
Choir with a message
Some nice attire when I'm stepping
My right side nice but I'm
Flyer on the left one
They say Im flyer than the Jetsons
Mesh Gucci loafs, niggas
Admire the selection, yeah
Leimert ain't QB but still I'm never shook
Dom Kennedy is like little
Brother with better hooks
No castles just better crooks nigga yeah
Yeah yeah