WER BIST DU DENN? Lyrics English Translation by Jazeek
(Ayy)
(Ah, yeah, ah, yeah)
(Ah, yeah, ah-yeah) (Eyo, Crime)
(Yeah, ah, yeah, aha) Yeah-yeah
(Yeah) Ah (Ah), yeah (Yeah), ah (Ah) (Ayy)
I walk through the city like I’m not famous, I get fresh just to pull baddies (Fresh)
Your B brings a few baddies for me and Luciano, four models for our two-man (Models)
You hated on me in comments, but if you see me outside, then you call me bro (Haha)
Like, heh, nigga, who even are you? (Who even are you?)
Yeah, they act like they know me (Yeah), they say they’d hang with me (No)
But I’m only with Gs and with shawties, yeah, if I wasn’t a rapper, then I’d be a menace (II Society)
My chains are tennis, yours are fake, your pendants are hood
My bae is the hottest, the baddest, that you’ve ever seen, a whole ‘nother level (Ayy)
I’m a kid from the block, I feel like Luciano, a few years ago, I was still clueless
Every day some kind of notice, I couldn’t pay the rent (Broke)
Whoever says money doesn’t make you happy, I swear, they have no clue
I’d rather be depressed in a Lambo than happy with nothing left in the fridge, I’m speaking from experience (Ayy) (No Cap)
Ah, yeah, who even are you?
(Ah) Ah, yeah, who even are you? (Who even are you?)
Ah, yeah, who even are you? (Who even are you?)
Ah, yeah, who even are you? (Ayy)
Yeah, ha, yeah, say, who even are you?
Picture-perfect models, exotic where they’re from, they’re comfortable in my crib
When I hold hands with Richard and Philippe, then I’m talking about my watches
I got so much income through other businesses, but I make millions with my tours
I haven’t been a dealer for a long time, but I’m interested in my courses
I make numbers and dollars, I pay six hundred for a Cullinan, just to cruise (Ayy)
Sold out the shows at Lanxess Arena, I feel like Madonna
I fly with my bae to Milano, I step in Chanel and I grab every color
Multimillion for an ad-lib, muah, I only got hits in my setlist, yeah
I grab a G-Class for my manager, J and Loco are the Avengers
Hadouken, Loco, the voice of the youth
I grab a coupe, y’all are still recouping, my negro, then say, who even are you? (Ayy)
Ah, yeah, who even are you?
(Ah) Ah, yeah, who even are you? (Who even are you?)
Ah, yeah, who even are you? (Who even are you?)
Ah, yeah, who even are you? (Ayy)