WHO DAT
Yeah
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat?
On the corner say who dat shoot at
All these niggas they don't do that who dat?
Make a milli where my booth at, who dat?
24 7 hittin licks
I told you, lil bitch I'm on my drip
2 Flag, 2 flag niggas with the trash shit
Suckers mad cause I count the cash in the whip
They gimme stacks, back to back
All black in a Benz spittin facts
I can't give a fuck about a bad day
Smoke gas getting back to the tracks
Cash comes when you on the righteous path
Who dat who dat who dat?
We all went trough lotta shit in the past
Fuck dat, get back up and do that
Look I'm poppin tags while you pop a pill
Fresh off the press bitch I do not hear
Coming from the dungeon I can't disappear
Money comin straight from London, bitch
Without a deal
Bounce back bitch I bitch I bounce back
They gimme dollars, gimme francs for some raps
Who dat pretty nigga who produced that?
Made a beat while I sleep all facts
Top floor, bitch we galore
You niggas poor, inside
We soon on tour, we alright
My niggas goin up to the sunside
Bounce back bitch I bitch I bounce back
They gimme dollars, gimme francs for some raps
Bounce back bitch I bitch I bounce back
They gimme dollars, gimme francs for some raps
Come and see how I'm moving
Lifestyle like a movie
Ain't no nigga can shoot me
How they act like they knew me
Ain't no nigga should fool me
Bitch this is the new me
Bitch I count a hundred times more than you, you, you
Stop bragging you goofies
I can't fuck with you noobies
Ima roll me a doubie
Then I pass it to brodie
Everything I do holy
Ain't no nigga can hold me back
They wish they know me
I saw you switching to the other side yeah yeah
I let 'em see how long you gon' ride yeah yeah
Let's see how long they survive yeah yeah
You told 'em that I can't make it high yeah yeah
Now I'm running trough the city like I'm Usain
Thinking back when I was sixteen I wanted chains
Now a nigga really changed, made an upgrade
What's real real shit, tell me what's fake?
Bitch I'm really gunning gunning hell yeah
It's a rumble in the jungle here yeah yeah
LIONS moving fast here yeah yeah
I might burn these fucking hundreds I don't care yeah
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat?
On the corner say who dat shoot at
All these niggas they don't do that who dat?
Make a milli where my booth at, who dat?
24 7 hittin licks
I told you, lil bitch I'm on my drip
2 Flag, 2 flag niggas with the trash shit
Suckers mad cause I count the cash in the whip
They gimme stacks, back to back
All black in a Benz spittin facts
I can't give a fuck about a bad day
Smoke gas getting back to the tracks
Cash comes when you on the righteous path
Who dat who dat who dat?
We all went trough lotta shit in the past
Fuck dat, get back up and do that
Look I'm poppin tags while you pop a pill
Fresh off the press bitch I do not hear
Coming from the dungeon I can't disappear
Money comin straight from London, bitch
Without a deal
Bounce back bitch I bitch I bounce back
They gimme dollars, gimme francs for some raps
Who dat pretty nigga who produced that?
Made a beat while I sleep all facts
Top floor, bitch we galore
You niggas poor, inside
We soon on tour, we alright
My niggas goin up to the sunside
Bounce back bitch I bitch I bounce back
They gimme dollars, gimme francs for some raps
Bounce back bitch I bitch I bounce back
They gimme dollars, gimme francs for some raps
Come and see how I'm moving
Lifestyle like a movie
Ain't no nigga can shoot me
How they act like they knew me
Ain't no nigga should fool me
Bitch this is the new me
Bitch I count a hundred times more than you, you, you
Stop bragging you goofies
I can't fuck with you noobies
Ima roll me a doubie
Then I pass it to brodie
Everything I do holy
Ain't no nigga can hold me back
They wish they know me
I saw you switching to the other side yeah yeah
I let 'em see how long you gon' ride yeah yeah
Let's see how long they survive yeah yeah
You told 'em that I can't make it high yeah yeah
Now I'm running trough the city like I'm Usain
Thinking back when I was sixteen I wanted chains
Now a nigga really changed, made an upgrade
What's real real shit, tell me what's fake?
Bitch I'm really gunning gunning hell yeah
It's a rumble in the jungle here yeah yeah
LIONS moving fast here yeah yeah
I might burn these fucking hundreds I don't care yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Nico Chiara, Simon Krichely, Salman Ikar
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