Who Dat Boy

Album: Flower Boy (2017)
Charted: 87
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  • Yo, who dat boy? Who him is?
    Him that nig-ga, I swear
    Stand up guy, him don't need no chair
    Well, where the fuck him at?
    'Cause nigga, I'm right here
    I don't shop at the mall, all y'all just
    Dumb mothafucka
    I'm a goddamn artist
    You can give me some markers and I'll draw you a closet
    And you know that it's GOLF
    Bitch go on and make the deposit
    Nigga fresh to death like he got dressed in a coffin
    Cons, overalls, and a striped shirt
    The boy drip swag like a broken faucet
    It's runnin', nigga, I'm runnin' shit
    That cherry be the bomb like he ran in Boston
    Won't stop 'til the cops surround him
    One nigga jiggy and the other awesome
    With his fuckin' face blown off, that's how they found him
    It's Young T

    Who dat boy? Who him is?
    Who dat boy? Who him is?
    Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is?
    Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga?
    Why you niggas feel like that?
    Mad 'cause a nigga neck chill like that
    Mad 'cause a nigga push wheel like that?
    Why you puttin' bad vibes in the air like that?
    Nigga who dem boys?

    Who dem is? Nigga, who dem is?
    Who else step in this bitch this jig?
    Who else your bitch say got a Bic this big?
    Who else came through with a wrist this flick?
    Nigga, Guess my pants, do my dance
    Spin around, bitch, you could kiss my ass
    Never seen a nigga in this much Raf
    Still doin' math when I miss my class
    Was it Summertime '06, had the number Nine
    Nigga, never mind, was another time before Vince
    Had the Gucci gold tips with the letterman
    Nigga, dollar sign was my favorite number at the time
    Fresh freshman 'til they skip my ass
    Senior citizen, don't forget my pass
    Been that nigga and you knew that there
    Make the dick disappear, how she do that there?

    Who dat boy? Who him is?
    Who dat boy? Who him is?
    Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is?
    Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga?
    Why you niggas feel like that?
    Mad 'cause a nigga neck chill like that
    Mad 'cause a nigga push weight like that?
    Why you puttin' bad vibes in the?

    Fuck the rap, I'm tryna own a planet
    From my other fuckin' business ventures
    These niggas these days
    Actin' like some bitches, like they're fuckin' with ya (yeah)
    Teeth is glistenin', Jesus, Christmas
    He just shittin', she exquisite, bitches be expensive (oh, no, nigga)
    And I don't even need attention
    WANG$AP on the bumper sticker, fuck you niggas
    Fuck global warming, my neck is so frío
    I'm currently lookin' for '95 Leo
    My mom say she worried because I'm so ill
    I should stay in bed, but got too much bread
    To make, she said watch my weight
    So I stayed home and start eatin' some meals
    Get out of my way, way
    Boy that's McLaren, that's zero to sixty in two-point-nueve, I'm gone

    Fuck Writer/s: Rakim Mayers, Tyler Okonma
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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