Who Dat ft. Native Pharaoh Lyrics

Uh Who dat say they poppin but they ain’t on shit

Who dat say they fukin wit ah nigga like this

Heard dat nigga bout it but he ain’t goin spin

He fuck around and come around my shooters knock of his bin

Cuz we got glocks mops that’s goin drop opps like the flu

It go bop bop & it go ra ra when when we shoot

Yo baby mama and your grandma can get it to

Don’t want no drama cuz when this choppa go du du du

Feel like I’m stuck in da hood for good

I been ah felon when i was 16 hit ah liq and ain’t do no tellin

I had to get it out the mud cuz i was broke

I got ah job and started servin out the store

Can’t come around me if u always on some broke shit baby

I can’t be givin no broke bitch all of this dope dick lately

I been feelin like My heart is gettin cold

& it’s some niggaz wit me down to kick ah door

Look we was in the trenches we really ain’t have a chance uh

Fukin wit this music I’m tryina get an advance

Spending every dolla i got i wake up thinkin bout bands

I be dammed if u think I’m goin depend on ah man

Uh Who dat say they poppin but they ain’t on shit

Who dat say they fukin wit ah nigga like this

Heard dat nigga bout it but he ain’t goin spin

He fuck around and come around my shooters knock of his bin

Cuz we got glocks mops that’s goin drop opps like the flu

It go bop bop & it go ra ra when when we shoot

Yo baby mama and your grandma can get it to

Don’t want no drama cuz when this choppa go du du du

Den i could really give ah fuk how u feel

I’m in the field wit dat iron call me the man of steal

To keep it real when it’s beef you don’t want me on your heels

cuz i ain’t shootin at no legs bitch I’m aimin to kill

Cuz we caught the bodies that’s droppin

That nigga ain’t bout what he talkin

Crack his head open like lobsters

I turn his brain into pasta

I’m in the field wit da shottas

I’m wit the goonies and the goblins

U know u don’t want no problems

I got his main on my roster

That nigga a lame an imposter

Uh Who dat say they poppin but they ain’t on shit

Who dat say they fukin wit ah nigga like this

Heard dat nigga bout it but he ain’t goin spin

He fuck around and come around my shooters knock of his bin

Cuz we got glocks mops that’s goin drop opps like the flu

It go bop bop & it go ra ra when when we shoot

Yo baby mama and your grandma can get it to

Don’t want no drama cuz when this choppa go du du du