Who Dat Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, okay

SpaceCoupe , take me to Pluto

Yeah, this a new Cartier , I don't fuck with the two tone

I'm supplying the killers , this shit like a group home

Heard the feds listen in had to get me new phone

Had to switch up locations, I ain't tryna get gone

I'm with them killers, them certified gunners

How the hell he rat ? goin' out like he gunna

Know i been had racks , you can go ask my momma

I could wave this strap like my name was Osama

If I sell these packs , I'ma run up these commas

Maison margiela , my bitch in designer

When that switch on the back, I won't aim when i fire

Know, we standing on business don't step outta line

Hop out the car they like who dat

Bitch, I'm the shit, but you knew dat

No, I can't beat the bitch but I'll hit from the back

On the plane with the P's, I just hope it get back

Bitch tired to run and I pulled out her tracks

Cartier frames , I can't see where I step

I can hang out the window and aim, I'ma vet

I can't love on bitch , know i just want the sex

You aint ran from the cops, till you ran out of breath

You ain't swing that chop , till a Nigga got left

I done seen lil saa , put a opp right to bed

But he came back to life, he the new walkin' dead

And I still got these racks, put this shit on yah head

Gotta watch what I say, no I'm not goin' fed

Had to kick out the bitch ,she ain't wanna give head

My bitch, she want Dior, got marni instead

If they searchin' this club, then we not goin' in

Every L I Took know it came with a win

I can tell you shook, you ain't even tryna to spin

Every bag i flipped, know, them racks came in

I ain't heard what you said, I need clarity

This that TSA, get through security

Yeah, get the packs , send it in, yeah, it's guaranteed

Name a young nigga that's better than me

Hop out the car they like who dat

Bitch, I'm the shit, but you knew dat

No, I can't beat the bitch but I'll hit from the back

On the plane with the P's, I just hope it get back

Bitch tired to run and I pulled out her tracks

Cartier frames , I can't see where I step

I can hang out the window and aim, I'ma vet

I can't love on bitch , know i just want the sex

Two different bitches, I don't know which to pick

I like my bitches pretty, rich, and thick

She like the diamonds that hit on my wrist

Seen her out with her nigga, I ain't even say shit

So they must of forgot, I can run up these racks

I just paid for her body and she made it back

I pull up to the club and go in through the back

You can play if you want, everybody here strapped

You can tell by the way that she walk that she walk she know her shit fat

She want a nigga that get to the racks

Fell in love with this money, I wake up and trap

If I never do nothing, I know I'll do that

Know these niggas be cappin', I'm stating the facts

And these niggas I'm with, they gon' slide with no mask

I can't listen to niggas, their music be trash

If i hop out this car Ima pop out and drag

Hop out the car they like who dat

Bitch, I'm the shit, but you knew dat

No, I can't beat the bitch but I'll hit from the back

On the plane with the P's, I just hope it get back

Bitch tired to run and I pulled out her tracks

Cartier frames , I can't see where I step

I can hang out the window and aim, I'ma vet

I can't love on bitch , know i just want the sex