text: Yo, who dat boy? Who him is?
  Him that ni-gga, I swear
  Stand out guy, him dont need no chair
  Well, where the fuck him at? Cause nigga, Im right here
  I dont shop at the mall, all yall just
  Dumb mothafucka, Im a goddamn artist
  You can give me some markers and Ill draw you a closet
  And you know that its GOLF, bitch, gonna make the deposit
  Nigga fresh to death like he got dressed in a coffin
  Cons, overalls, and a striped shirt
  The boy drips swag like a broken faucet
  Its runnin, nigga, Im runnin shit
  That cherry be the bomb like he ran in Boston
  Wont stop til the cops surround him
  One nigga jiggy and the other awesome
  With his fuckin face blown off, thats how they found him
  Its Young T
  Who dat boy? Who him is?
  Who dat boy? Who him is?
  Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is?
  Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga?
  Why you niggas feel like that?
  Mad cause a nigga neck chill like that
  You mad cause a nigga push wheel like that?
  Why you puttin bad vibes in the air like that?
  Nigga, who dem boys?
  Who dem is? Nigga, who dem is?
  Who else step in this bitch this jig?
  Who else your bitch say got a bick this big?
  Who else came through with a wrist this flick?
  Nigga, Guess my pants, do my dance
  Spin around, bitch, you could kiss my ass
  Never seen a nigga in this much Raf
  Still doin math when I miss my class
  Was it Summertime 06, had the Number ine
  Nigga, never mind, was another time before Vince
  Had the Gucci gold tips with the letterman
  Nigga, dollar sign was my favorite number at the time
  Fresh freshmen til they skipped my ass
  Senior citizen, dont forget my pass
  Been that nigga 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?
  Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is?
  Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga?
  Why you niggas feel like that?
  Mad cause a niggas neck chill like that
  You mad cause a nigga push wheel like that?
  Why you puttin bad vibes in the-?
  Fuck the rap, Im tryna own a planet
  From my other fuckin business ventures
  These niggas these days
  Actin like some bitches, like theyre fuckin with ya 
  Teeth is glistenin, Jesus, Christmas
  He just shittin, she exquisite, bitches be expensive
   And I dont even need attention
  WANG$AP on the bumper sticker, fuck you niggas
  Fuck global warming, my neck is so frío
  Im currently lookin for 95 Leo
  My mom say she worried because Im 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 güey, boy, thats McLaren
  Thats 0 to 60 in 2 point nueve, Im gone
  Oh, fuck