Who Dat Boy lyrics

Yo, who dat boy? Who him is

Him that nig-ga, I swear

Stand out 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, gon' 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's 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 bick this big

Who else came through with a wrist this flick

Nigga, Guess my pants, do my dance

Spin around, bitch, you can kiss my ass

Never seen your nigga in this much Raf

Still doin' math when I miss my class

Was it Summertime '06, had the number 9

Nigga, never mind, wasn't none but time before Vince

Had the Gucci gold tips with the letterman

Nigga, dollar sign was my favorite number at the time

Fresh freshmen 'til they skipped 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's neck chill like that

You mad 'cause a nigga push wheel 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

(Yeah, let 'em know, nigga) And I don't even need attention

WANG$AP on the bumper sticker, fuck you niggas

Fuck global warming, my neck is so frio

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 0 to 60 in 2 point nueve, I'm gone

Fuck