Who Dat Boy (Explicit)

Who Dat Boy (Explicit) - Tyler, The Creator/A$AP Rocky

Written by：Tyler Okonma/Rakim Mayers

Yo who dat boy who him is

Him that nig ga I swear

Stand up guy him don't need no chair

Well where the f**k him at

'Cause ni**a I'm right here

I don't shop at the mall all y'all just

Dumb mothaf**ka

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

B**ch gone and make the deposit

Ni**a 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' ni**a I'm runnin' sh*t

That cherry be the bomb like he ran in Boston

Won't stop 'til the cops surround him

One ni**a jiggy and the other awesome

With his f**kin' 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

Ni**a who dat boy who him is

Who dem boys ni**a who dem is ni**a

Why you niggas feel like that

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

Mad 'cause a ni**a push wheel like that

Why you puttin' bad vibes in the air like that

Ni**a who dem boys

Who dem is ni**a who dem is

Who else step in this b**ch this jig

Who else your b**ch say got a bick this big

Who else came through with a wrist this flick

Ni**a guess my pants do my dance

Spin around b**ch you could kiss my a**

Never seen a ni**a in this much Raf

Still doin' math when I miss my class

Was it summertime '06 had the number Nine

Ni**a never mind was another time before Vince

Had the Gucci gold tips with the letterman

Ni**a dollar sign was my favorite number at the time

Fresh freshmen 'til they skip my a**

Senior citizen don't forget my pass

Been that ni**a 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

Ni**a who dat boy who him is

Who dem boys ni**a who dem is ni**a

Why you niggas feel like that

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

Mad 'cause a ni**a push weight like that

Why you puttin' bad vibes in the air

F**k the rap I'm tryna own a planet

From my other f**kin' business ventures

These niggas these days

Actin' like some b**ches like they're f**kin' with ya yeah

Teeth is glistenin' Jesus Christmas

He just shittin' she exquisite b**ches be expensive oh no ni**a

And I don't even need attention

Wang ap on the bumper sticker f**k you niggas

F**k global warming my neck is so frío

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