Lyrics
We used to be cool now it's "Who's that"
We used to be lovers now it's "Who's that"
We used to be homies now it's "Who's that"
Aye, don't make me swoop that chick
I like that beat, loop that bitch
I recruit her lips, then I mute her quick
I use that chick, then I, "who's that bitch?"
Homies light up like it's still '06
Her eyes go bright then they go so dim
Laughing fast at hoe's, breath nitrous
All these fly chicks wanna be my sidekick
But I'm way past it
In master's classes wiping off some ashes
Just became a fan, but I been fantastic
Them boys all acting,
Only hit you back when they cash is lacking
That ain't real passion
Tried to give 'em a pass then went right passed em
People from my past tense see me and act tense
She can hit me when she traveling but cant bring the bag in
She can't bring the fucking bag in
She can't bring the fucking bag in
She can't bring the fucking bag in
Don't bring the bag in
I come in real slick, I do (ew)
Don't mess with me crew
Why you actin like a bitch me dude?
You pussy, that's why everyone a dick to you
I could, act so rude, and still just pick and choose
Yeah, that's just a little fucking trick I use (Yeah)
Trick I use
I'm immaculate, can she keep a mac lit?
Imma pack this bag with all my bad tricks
She gon remind me that I'm a savage
Imma get ones like you, Imma stack it
Hit it front to back, then right to backward
One fact, the chick gon' act up
One smack, then I hope you packed up (Leave)
Came in, I already macked some
Her man coming back but I never back down
Keep her off the rails but she on the track son
Return of the Mack, sorry Miss Jackson
Aye, don't make me swoop that chick
I like that beat, loop that bitch
I recruit her lips, then I mute her quick
I use that chick, then I, "who's that bitch?"
Aye, don't make me swoop that chick
I like that beat, loop that bitch
I recruit her lips, then I mute her quick
I use that chick, then I, "who's that bitch?"
(Who's that?)
(Who's that?)
She can't bring the fucking bag in
She can't bring the fucking bag in