Who Dat (feat. Dc Herbo)

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Yung Stugey

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Who dat Dropping, 8 lines, in a Fanta
Who dat Fuckin' yo bitch on camera
Who dat Servin' the bags and buying em

Who dat Standin' up on them couches
Who dat Cuffing these freaks you tender
Who dat Actin' like we ain't them niggas
Who dat Put they mans in a splitter

Hot life chop, shit up no blender
At the room with bout four bitches
Tellin' me hot life amazing
Soldier rag tied to my jeans

Hoes tuggin' on me, gone damn near break it
Wonder why the north on fire
Cause them lil' soldiers hell-raisin
Speak on me, I'm on your street

With assault rifle, shell blazin
That get off necessary
I play for keeps, I swear I'm still finessin
Get money, I can't lay up

I'm hittin' the streets, hoes find' the nearest exit
Only squares in my circle
Is them, vacuum sealed up, bows and plastic
Dissing have your man missing

My lil' soldiers and them, out there kidnapping
They know who gon' run the streets
So I ain't no need for them to be askin
I been in the streets since all my life

I was raised up with some savages
Bitch, let me hit front to back
Come here your wig, out I be snatching
A nigga was broke a long time now

Stacking chips, some cheese and cabbages

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Who dat Dropping, 8 lines, in a Fanta
Who dat Fuckin' yo bitch on camera
Who dat Servin' the bags and buying em

Who dat Standin' up on them couches
Who dat Cuffing these freaks you tender
Who dat Actin' like we ain't them niggas
Who dat Put they mans in a splitter

Hot life chop, shit up no blender

Who the young niggas took over YouTube
And still runnin' the streets
Who the young niggas that fuckin' the hoes
You know I ain't cuffing no freaks

Skinny ass nigga with a fat bankroll
Don't need a bitch, bitch need me
You know it
We was just tryna finesse out a bando

Lil D had what you need
It's time to chill because my city got too hot
We had a steel and got the whole city screamin' out hot
In kitchen, watch my big

Homies scrapin' out the pot
We the reason why your man tried to slide and got popped
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Who dat, who dat
Who dat Dropping, 8 lines, in a Fanta
Who dat Fuckin' yo bitch on camera
Who dat Servin' the bags and buying em

Who dat Standin' up on them couches
Who dat Cuffing these freaks you tender
Who dat Actin' like we ain't them niggas
Who dat Put they mans in a splitter

Hot life chop, shit up no blender

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