Who Am I - Chris Webby, Pete Davidson

Who am I?

I’m the man, they ain’t fucking with my vibe

Who am I?

In demand, I’m the one with the supply

Who am I?

Stick 'em up, put your hands up in the sky

Put 'em high, put your hands up in the sky, tell 'em why

Who am I?

I’m the man, they ain’t fucking with my vibe

Who am I?

In demand, I’m the one with the supply

Who am I?

Stick 'em up, put your hands up in the sky

Put 'em high, put your hands up in the sky, tell 'em why

Just went and got me a Range, I bought the homies a chain

Just took a weekend in Mayne, I got no need to complain

Yeah, I’m so far in the wave that when I wave they can’t see me 'cause I’m too

far away

Need binoculars like you’re watching birds, got exotic birds where I lay

One of 'em Venezuelan, with a couple bisexual Asians

Who always be kissin' each other while both of 'em giving me head in my basement

Got 'em all stuck in the web

Bitch, I’m the butter and bread

Monster from under the bed

Fuck what they said

Foot on the gas and I’m running the red

So I’m here to tell 'em why

I’m an enterprise, fully energized

Who am I?

I’m that guy, I’m the burger with the fries

I’m the product and supplier

I’m the label and the writer

They gon' hang my jersey up when I retire

Yeah

Who am I?

I’m the man, they ain’t fucking with my vibe

Who am I?

In demand, I’m the one with the supply

Who am I?

Stick 'em up, put your hands up in the sky

Put 'em high, put your hands up in the sky, tell 'em why

Who am I?

I’m the man, they ain’t fucking with my vibe

Who am I?

In demand, I’m the one with the supply

Who am I?

Stick 'em up, put your hands up in the sky

Put 'em high, put your hands up in the sky, tell 'em why

Who am I?

I’m the man with the plan, like LeBlanc

Who am I?

I’m the man, got that loud up in my trunk

Who am I?

I’m the man, your bitch hit me when she drunk

Who am I?

I’m the man, smell me comin' like a skunk

Number one on the news and I got no 'Gram

I’m the best off the island since the Wu-Tang Clan

Always changing my number, never knowing where I am

Like the alt Rock genre, got a couple thousand bands

Yeah, let me back it up real quick

Ya’ll didn’t know I could spit

Speakin' fire like a Peaky Blinder

Got Netflix money, I’m rich

I’m on my shit, stackin' a bigger amount

Countin' my dough as I sit on my couch

While Perez Hilton and the gossip columns

Talkin' shit with my dick in their mouth

Who am I?

I’m the man, they ain’t fucking with my vibe

Who am I?

In demand, I’m the one with the supply

Who am I?

Stick 'em up, put your hands up in the sky

Put 'em high, put your hands up in the sky, tell 'em why

Who am I?

I’m the man, they ain’t fucking with my vibe

Who am I?

In demand, I’m the one with the supply

Who am I?

Stick 'em up, put your hands up in the sky

Put 'em high, put your hands up in the sky