Who Dat

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