Who Dat Boy (feat. A$AP Rocky)

Yo

Who dat boy?

Who him is?

Him that nig-ga, I swear

Standout guy, him don't need no chair

Well, where the fuck him at?

'Cause ****, 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 markers and I'll draw you a closet

And you know that it's GOLF, bitch, gon' and make the deposit

**** fresh to death like he got dressed in a coffin

Con's, overalls and a striped shirt

The boy drip swag like a broken faucet

It's runnin', ****, I'm runnin'

Shit, that cherry be the bomb like he ran in Boston

Won't stop till the cops surround him

One **** 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?

****, who dat boy?

Who him is?

Who dem boys?

****, who dem is, ****?

Why you **** feel like that?

Mad 'cause a ****'s neck chill like that

Mad 'cause a **** push whip like that?

Why you puttin' bad vibes in the air like that?

****, who dem boys? (Who dem is?)

****, 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?

****, GUESS, my pants, do my dance

Spin around, bitch, you could kiss my ass

Never seen your **** in this much Raf

Still doin' math when I miss my class

Was it Summertime '06, had the number nine

****, nevermind, wasn't nothin' but time before Vince

Wear the Gucci bow tears, finna let 'em in

****, dollar sign was my favorite number at the time

Fresh freshmen till they skipped my ass

Senior citizen, don't forget my pass

Been that ****, 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?

****, who dat boy?

Who him is?

Who dem boys?

****, who dem is, ****?

Why you **** feel like that?

Mad 'cause a ****'s neck chill like that

Mad 'cause a **** push whip like that?

Why you puttin' bad vibes in the air?

Fuck the rap, I'm tryna own a planet

From my other fuckin' business venture

These **** these days actin' like some bitches

Like they fuckin' with ya

Teeth is glistenin', Jesus, Christmas

He just shittin', she exquisite, bitches be expensive

And I don't even need attention

WANG$AP on the bumper sticker, fuck you ****

Fuck global warming, my neck is so frío

I'm currently lookin' for '95 Leo

My mom says she's 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 stay 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

Oh, fuck