Doodie Lo – Who You Are (feat. Trippie Redd) Lyrics

Who You Are

Doodie Lo (feat. Trippie Redd)

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"Who You Are." - Doodie Lo (feat. Trippie Redd)

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 11:37 pm

Album: Lil Durk Presents: Loyal Bros 2

Track No: 21

(Now, it's not magic, but it looks magical)
This ain't even no lean, it's cranberry juice
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
Ayy
Stay ten toes, you know? Big Doodie Lo
What the fuck is wrong with me? I think my mind goin' crazy
How you wanna snake me out? You don't wanna see me make it
Fuck them **** that be hatin', I know real Z's, they Haitian
We eat golden rice, they say that I am what I eat
I keep killers with me, I can get you touched for a verse
Put his ass on a shirt, put his ass in the dirt
**** dissin' V. Roy, that's really gon' get 'em hurt
We was just up in the party, throwin' bands at a show
Why that **** talkin' like he official? **** is soft as tissue
And them guns that you **** is postin', I hope you brought 'em with you
Fuck it, kill all them ****, I ain't gon' argue with you
Caught him, had his daughter with him, get a pass, you a father, ****
They say, "Doodie, get you some security, you an artist, ****"
I be movin' militant, it's gon' be real hard to get me
Ain't seen him a long time, fuck, I'm on my wrong mind
Caught his ass loafin' with a bitch, that was on time
They say, "Doodie, you don't even know who you are now"
Gotta watch how I move 'cause I'm a star now
Never put my guards down
Sold dope, tar brown
I was sippin' lot of syrup
Smoke dope, no Durk
Xanax, no Perc'
Studio, no shirt
Never claim your worth
Slime me out, it won't work
Put a bitch on you
Duck switch, don't move
Fucked up, wrong dude
Boom, boom, fuck dude (Bah, bah, bah)
Livin' in this life of sin
All I wanna do is win
Pullin' up with FN's, aim 'em at your damn lid
What's up with your best friend? Heard that **** turned pig
Bitch, you know that I'm the G.O.A.T
Stomp 'em out in some Gucci loafs
Step on shit, we Gucci, ho
I'm livin' rich, not goin' broke
Pull up in that foreign, ho
Slidin' 'round with Doodie Lo
Livin' like a D boy
Peanut butter seats, boy
From that block, we destroy
R.I.P. V. Roy
They say, "Doodie, you don't even know who you are now"
Gotta watch how I move 'cause I'm a star now
Never put my guards down
Sold dope, tar brown
I was sippin' lot of syrup
Smoke dope, no Durk
Xanax, no Perc'
Studio, no shirt
Never claim your worth
Slime me out, it won't work
Put a bitch on you
Duck switch, don't move
Fucked up, wrong dude
Boom, boom, fuck dude (Bitch)

Writer(s): Doodie Lo, Trippie Redd, DJ Bandz, Meralless, Meech Magic.

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