Who Dat
Yeah
If you go out there, out there
They ain't gon' hold you down, you down
If you go out there, out there
Don't think to turn around, around
Like, like who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
Knocking at my doorstep?
They been talking bout y'all
My God
Give me my minute, I'm gon' spin it
I ain't speak in a minute, but niggas been tlaking bout it
I'm really that G-O-A-T
Probably why niggas hate, couldn't rate me
Tryna see where spitting could take me
Hostile from the start, been screaming out nigga jump
When niggas jump me, there was probably like nine of them
I was thinking devilish thoughts on how to shoot it though
I was at the top, never thinking about peasants here
Now I got the gloc gloc, ready to set it off
I'm ready to tip-toe, empty bottle at the crib
I'm aiming that red dot, can't stop, off that
I'm really the best out, big drop, Ric Flair
Woooo
If you go out there, out there
They ain't gon' hold you down, you down
If you go out there, out there
Don't think to turn around, around
Like, like who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
Knocking at my doorstep?
They been talking bout y'all
My God
Like, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
Talking like they know me?
I ain't never seen you on the court
On the court
Give me my minute, I'm gonna spin it like couple Xans
As I hang from this thing for many things
I'm thinking bout my shawty at the crib with Sudafed
She cold, she cold, like Air Force in Off-White
She never gon' talk like
Them other bitches that be switchin' when they be talking time
But let me just talk mine
I'm trying get out this box, I'm feeling stiffened
I'm trying to go and get the rock, I'm feeling heightened
Like God damn homie, I've been doing just what I can
Been swimming in foreign lands, by chance
Living it all again
Questioning who I am and all the things I did, correlate though
Gripping that 38, streaming out what it do
If you go out there, out there
They ain't gon' hold you down, you down
If you go out there, out there
Don't think to turn around, around
Like, like who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
Knocking at my doorstep?
They been talking bout y'all
My God
Like, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
Talking like they know me?
I ain't never seen you on the court
On the court
Like, like who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
Knocking at my doorstep?
They been talking bout y'all
My God
Like, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
Talking like they know me?
If you go out there, out there
They ain't gon' hold you down, you down
If you go out there, out there
Don't think to turn around, around
Like, like who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
Knocking at my doorstep?
They been talking bout y'all
My God
Give me my minute, I'm gon' spin it
I ain't speak in a minute, but niggas been tlaking bout it
I'm really that G-O-A-T
Probably why niggas hate, couldn't rate me
Tryna see where spitting could take me
Hostile from the start, been screaming out nigga jump
When niggas jump me, there was probably like nine of them
I was thinking devilish thoughts on how to shoot it though
I was at the top, never thinking about peasants here
Now I got the gloc gloc, ready to set it off
I'm ready to tip-toe, empty bottle at the crib
I'm aiming that red dot, can't stop, off that
I'm really the best out, big drop, Ric Flair
Woooo
If you go out there, out there
They ain't gon' hold you down, you down
If you go out there, out there
Don't think to turn around, around
Like, like who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
Knocking at my doorstep?
They been talking bout y'all
My God
Like, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
Talking like they know me?
I ain't never seen you on the court
On the court
Give me my minute, I'm gonna spin it like couple Xans
As I hang from this thing for many things
I'm thinking bout my shawty at the crib with Sudafed
She cold, she cold, like Air Force in Off-White
She never gon' talk like
Them other bitches that be switchin' when they be talking time
But let me just talk mine
I'm trying get out this box, I'm feeling stiffened
I'm trying to go and get the rock, I'm feeling heightened
Like God damn homie, I've been doing just what I can
Been swimming in foreign lands, by chance
Living it all again
Questioning who I am and all the things I did, correlate though
Gripping that 38, streaming out what it do
If you go out there, out there
They ain't gon' hold you down, you down
If you go out there, out there
Don't think to turn around, around
Like, like who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
Knocking at my doorstep?
They been talking bout y'all
My God
Like, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
Talking like they know me?
I ain't never seen you on the court
On the court
Like, like who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
Knocking at my doorstep?
They been talking bout y'all
My God
Like, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat
Talking like they know me?
Credits
Writer(s): Larry Hanley Jr.
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