Who Dat
D-Rell & Nvy Jonez Lkr
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Welcome to hell Where the wolves kill sheep And the single mothers have the courage to speak I take you on a journey off the sidewalk Where hope await’s your first step in the street And risk teaches you ain’t nothing wit a price tag cheap Welcome Ugh Look I never ran I dismissed the plug Street petitions Ain’t no pass for you placebo thugs You know the vibes Rock a suit and tie don’t test the tribe Came a long from 2 for 5 to Medusa slides Smoking shisha out in Denpasar for a flick I never ask the prize cos I know my swipe is legit You see I’m all about my money this is pimping not pippen All dogs go to heaven even I got caught slipping That burner to my face was adjacent I got complacent Hit or miss Activate my nigganess I sprinted quick Remember the times when it was all about the plastic Closet looking bombastic Flip it soon as you stash it So it seems living the american dream Learned to sail in a drought so I flourished in quarantine Ain’t nothing change Mask for the bank Then we cats off Couple f*ck you’s Like what you really think we rap for Muh Fuka This ain’t no boom bap This that who dat Click clack Move back 6 Shots Get low Reload Shoot back Shoot back Now who that Who that Who that Who that Who that Who that Who that Who that Muh Fuka This ain’t no boom bap This that who dat Click clack Move back 6 Shots Get low Reload Shoot back Shoot back Now who that Who that Who that Who that Who that Who that Who that Who that Muh Fuka This ain’t no boom bap Two piece and a mother fuckin biscuit Muh Fuka This ain’t no boom bap Better act right nigga Get my fuckin order right You don't want war wit me You don't wanna war wit ugh You don't Wanna War wit Ugh You don't Wanna War wit Me I might Kill em Look Settle the score Breaking the law Kick in the door You know what it's for This beat is raw I need a morgue Kill or be killed That's art of war Pour to the floor for those who soar For those who soar Dodging the demons They always scheming Me and mine kill em off every season We got our reasons Yeah I'm a heathen Do me wrong we gon' count it as treason F*ck what you jacking Is you really bout that action Cameras out they be acting Get to the m's That is my passion I might slip and slide but never lacking They in to the gram We did it for grams Connecting connections Building a pension Tell me what's really wit all the tension So check on ya vibes Cos you is to hype Told my nigga to protect his energy at all times You can climb high still snakes reside Remember that we not the same They get the bag We get the bank Yeah F*ck being mister nice guy I like to come in first place This off the top I know ima pop Bitch stop flirting Wifey can box Yeah ima star Bapes out the wraith Azul to the face K lo k Mu Fukah This aint no boom bap I thought you knew that You see that we strapped Wit sixteen Killer routines Don't make me relapse Now who dat Who dat Who that Who that Who that Who that Who that Who that Mu Fukah This aint no boom bap I thought you knew that You see that we strapped Wit sixteen Killer routines Don't make me relapse Now who dat Who that Who that Who that Who that Who that Who that Who that Muh Fuka This ain’t no boom bap
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Written by: Aaron Jones Jr, Darrell Williams Jr
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