Yo, who dat boi, who him is, him that nigga, I swear Stand out, got 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, motherfucker, I'm a goddamn artist You can give me some moccas and I'll draw you a closet And you know that this golf bitch gonna make the deposit Nigga fresh to death like you got dressed in a coffin Condo 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 till the cops surround him One nigga jiggy and the other awesome, with his fuckin' face blown off, that's how they found him Who dat boi, who him is, who dat boi, who him is, nigga Who dat boi, who him is, who them boys, nigga, who them is, nigga Why you niggas feel like that? Mad cause a nigga neck chipped like that Mad cause a nigga pushed red like that How you puttin' bad vibes in the air like that? Nigga, who them is, nigga, who them 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 a nigga in this much rap Still doin' math when I miss my class Was a summertime, 06, had the number 9 Nigga, nevermind, wasn't never time before Benz Met the Gucci Motifs with the Letterman Nigga, dollar sign was my favorite number at the time Fresh freshmen till they skip my ass Seeing Citizen, don't forget my past Being that nigga, and you knew that there Make the dick disappear, how she do that there? Who dat boi, who him is, who dat boi, who him is, nigga Who dat boi, who him is, who dem boi, nigga, who dem is, nigga Why you niggas feel like that? Mad cause a nigga neck chipped like that You mad cause a nigga push real like that How you puttin' bad vibes in there? Fuck the rap, I'm tryna own a planet from my other fuckin' business, bitch These niggas these days actin' like some bitches like they fuckin' with ya Teeth is glisten, Jesus Christmas, he just shittin' She exquisite, bitches be expensive And I don't even need attention Wingset on the bumper sticker, fuck you niggas Fuck global warming, my neck is so fleo I'm currently looking for 95 Leo My mom's just worried because I'm so ill That shit stay in bed, but got too much bread to make She said, watch my weight So I stay home and start eating some meals Get down to my wayway Boy, that's McLaren at zero to sixty And two point Nueve, I'm gone Oh, fuck