Who I Is

Ay, yea

Trillville

Yeah Lil Wyte nigga

Hypnotize

Y'all better get that shit right nigga

We don't give a fuck tonight nigga

Ay, y'all niggaz don't know who the fuck I is, do you?

Yeah we gonna find out, Ay Now

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Who you fuckin wit bitch [x4]

You might not know who I is

You might not know who I is

You might not know who I is

You might not know who I is

Watch me stomp his ass out

Watch me jump his ass out

Watch me knock his ass out

Show that nigga what we bout

You might not know who I is

You might not know who I is

You might not know who I is

You might not know who I is

I could care less about a motherfucker talkin' shit

I can't keep playing games with you boy or your pussy click

Nigga, we too deep in this bitch for you fucking hoes

Niggaz gettin buck, ready to knuck, and they throwin' bows

But I'ma act up cause I don't give a fuck about your shit

I'ma act a clown on a nigga for acting hard when he

Not, I'm too hot when it come to this, nigga throw your hood up

Throw your sets off in his face and put your fucking good up

Now step the fuck back nigga 'fore I hurt cha

Y'all niggaz comedy, funny to me like Geico commercials

I'm a G nigga, don't let this rap shit trick ya

'Cause I'll introduce your mouth to this motherfuckin' pistol

Trillville and Three 6, Juniors and Seniors of Crunk

Don't find your ass mad beside mine, get boxed in a trunk

Please don't give me a reason to give your mama a reason

To shed tears, you better know who I is

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Bitch excuse me for being a lil bit under the anger

But you bitches, side picture, got you haters live in danger

Make a stranger punch you haters, like the KKK with cha

See you bitch, I'ma banger, Nobody in the ?? roll deep

Like Tennesee, like in school or church

Talk shit, I'm straight swingin, with ??

Don P AKA Don Pimp, Don Pimpin, never slippin'

If its mine or your trick, I'm rippin'

It's the return of that Memphis boys that been pimpin'

Tearin' up them clubs with that syrup syrup sippin'

Club full of drugs on the curb just kickin'

Juicy J a jiggalo with 85 women

Ridin' in a truck young bloods drinkin' Remi

Underneath the hood, yes my nigga its a Hemi

Snatch ya off for change, take your chain, playa gimme

Three 6 Mafia, Trillville getting wild in this bizzitch

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We hit the club, deep as fuck, hate them boys, lets make 'em jump

And the crowd, they actin up, ready to smack somethin' up

Lil' Atlanta reppin' for the south, this is what we bout

Here to tear this bitch up, somebody in here got me hot

We gon stomp they ass out, drag 'em out the door

Better get, shut they ass up and treat 'em like a hoe

Beat 'em long, make 'em go upside ya head wit an elbow

Try to stop Trillville and Three 6, Hell no

I know by now someone told you about the cracker in Memphis

Three 6 picked up two years ago, the shit was strictly big business

I went through plenty of G's, took some vacations and more

Got a lot more comin' near plus man right now I'm up in New York

That mean that shit is gettin dropped, these boys is up on they clocks

Recording miracles everyday soon that everyone will rock

You shoulda seen this shit comin', your supposed to be some kind of wiz

Memphis, Tennesee and ATL, I'll tell y'all tricks who it is

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