Who’s That?

[Verse 1: Cyta Zoan]
Who's that nigga? Who is that? Who is that?
It's that nigga Cyta Zoan with the strap, in his lap, uh
Aiming for all of you fuckers wit guns, I make your family scream
Break in your house and I rob you on stream
Gun in your mouth while your fans pay the fees, I'm like:
Who's that nigga? Who is that? Who is that?
In the cabin with my niggas where I'm at, where I'm at, uh
I must be Risa's ass, cause I'm flat as a bitch, new phone, hashtag on a bitch
Aim at you fuckers wit guns, I make your family run, bitch
I'm like, who's that nigga? Who's that nigga?
Need a bitch that I can smoke like a motherfucking cigarette
Call me Obama, I airstrike, I hope that your mask is air-tight
I'll give you pussies some airtime, I hope you're grateful you bitch

[Break: Cyta Zoan]
Said...

[Verse 2: Cyta Zoan]
I could get shot in the leg
Prolly still run the shit, how is you done with it, huh?
Nigga you dumb, I'm likе Damascus I can't be tamed
Shout-out to niggas that can't be namеd
Tweeting 'bout power is all the same
Fuck wit a prince and you make it rain
Hashtag I'ma Kurt Cocaine on a bitch, hashtag on a bitch

[Verse 3: Mango]
Like wait? Who's that? Uh
That bitch, she all on my lap
Talk all that shit, we gon' scrap
Homie don't trip, I don't rap
Like wait? Who's that? Uh
That bitch, she all on my lap
Talk all that shit, we gon' scrap
Homie don't trip, I don't rap
Like talk all that shit, I don't care, I don't listen
Make me some money, my neck might just glisten
Cyta gon' make sure you coming up missing
Back of the trunk, you get stabbed for the dissing
You get stabbed for you talking that shit, uh
Got like five bucks on my wrist, uh
Always a hit, I don't miss
Hashtag Kurt Cobain on a bitch
Think I'm killing myself, alcohol for my health, and these bitches I dealt with
Quit acting all helpless, you guilty as hell
Louis C.K., I been feeling myself
Another celebrity dodging a cell
Mismanaging disproportional wealth
Me, I'm creaming "Fuck 12"
Push confederate bitches all down a stairwell, like

[Verse 4: Cyta Zoan]
Niggas with estrogen up in my lobby
I put 'em chemicals all in your body
Fuck wit my homie I'll pimp you like Scotty
And four more sending bombs like a Saudi
You don't want beef, nigga, you want the smoke
You getting choked in the set 'cause you spoke
I never trust a hoe, I'm tryna hit and run
Don't hit her back when I finish one
What I'ma do when they gimme some?
Prolly roll back like a Cinnabon
Gun in my face while I'm checking a bitch
Fuck Mr. Reily, I'm wrecking this bitch
I put a thou' on yo head and then dip
I skin your dog and I make him a coat
Fuck with a nigga, end up on the news
Boy, you did it for clout, I just did it for views
Mac, with the, dick, bitch
I'm on a whole nother level
I'm on a basketball court getting settled
I never win but I still got a medal, nigga
Find me at four, we gon' settle this shit
With your face in the dirt and a cut on your wrist
And we stomping your phone while your mom's calling
Kicking wit some J's cause I'm balling
Got a bitch on my phone, she don't even know me
Bitch I'm a loser, I stick with the proceeds
I'm finna die at like 23
Talkin' that shit give you runny teeth
Shout out that nigga Bunny B
I'm in a truck with my niggas
I'm on O'Reilly factor with a bad bitch
We gon' do it live, I'm a savage, no cap

[Interlude: Cyta Zoan]
Shit...
Yeah, fuck that nigga Mason Ray Parker
Shit man, fuck...
Fuck all you stupid ass fucking 4chan ass niggas, man, you dumb as fuck
Yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Put a bounty on my head, bitch
Put a bounty on my head, bitch
Wanna see you get me dead, bitch?
You might have to kill me nigga
Put a thou' and my head, bitch
Put a band on my head, bitch
You might have to kill me, nigga
You might have to motherfucking kill me