Inquisition

Yuh huh hold' up yuh who the fucc is that (Devereaux)
Yuh who the fucc is that
That
Who who who
Let's go

[Chorus]
Who that is creeping up the blocc (huh)
Who that with the hatchet going chop (huh) (huh)
Who that wicced chopper going pop-pop pop pop
Who that is creeping up the blocc (who the fucc is that)
Who that is creeping up the blocc (huh)
Who that with the hatchet going chop (huh) (who dat)
Who that wicced chopper going pop-pop pop pop
Who that is creeping up the blocc
Who the fucc is that?

[Verse 1]
Who the fucc is that with that 17 tat
With that motherfuccin choppa it go rat tat tat tat
Oh this must be Ouija Macc
Got your bitch breaking her necc (huh)
Don't nobody else swing that hatchet like that (huh)
I just rolled a like my dick. Fat
You gon' look suspicious if you ask me for a hit yeah
Ain't nobody smoking boof like that (huh)
Looking like we saved you out the demons in this bitch yeah
Let your braids hang
Let your dreads swang
Let yo nuts hang
Throw your motherfucking set in the air mane
(?)
I'm with my clique uh
We want the grip huh

- When you see them hatchets hanging out the fucking window when we coming down up street. You know its me bitch. You motherfuccas know its me bitch

[Chorus]
Who that is creeping up the blocc (huh)
Who that with the hatchet going chop (huh) (huh)
Who that wicced chopper going pop-pop pop pop (holup)
Who that is creeping up the blocc (who the fucc is that)
Who that is creeping up the blocc (huh)
Who that with the hatchet going chop (huh) (who dat)
Who that wicced chopper going pop-pop pop pop
Who that is creeping up the blocc
Who the fucc is that?

[Verse 2]
Who the fucc is that with that motherfucking Mac (?) push pins
Put his city on the map
Oh this must be Ouija Macc swing that hatchet so correct (woah)
Here to take your nugget off your bitch ass necc (huh)
I just rolled a baccwood like my dick. Fat
You gon' look like you sucking dick you tryna hit that
I don't give a fuck about yo clique. Bet
My chopper got some kick back but it will blow your wig back
Throw your set high
Wasteland west side
If that boy snitch. He a bitch. He gon' die if he testify
Hold up little bitch am I fly, let me touch the sky
Imma ask these motherfuckers one more fuckin' time

[Chorus]
Who that is creeping up the blocc (huh)
Who that with the hatchet going chop (huh) (huh)
Who that wicced chopper going pop-pop pop pop (holup)
Who that is creeping up the blocc (who the fucc is that)
Who that is creeping up the blocc (huh)
Who that with the hatchet going chop (huh) (who dat)
Who that wicced chopper going pop-pop pop pop
Who that is creeping up the blocc
Who the fucc is that?

- You're all going to die down here