Who Dat ft. Riccy Runtz Lyrics

(This is gonna go through the roof)

(Oh, goddamn)

(I'm shittin' gold these days)

Opp hoe want my lo' but I can't do that

The glock on my lap, what the fuck is a bookbag?

Last nigga started the wave so we knocked off his durag

Empty a clip, reload, that's a new mag

Opp on the street, best believe I'ma shoot that

Anonymous shooter, they all like "who that?"

I could get you gon' faster than a snap

I know some Bloods that say "no bap"

Opp hoe got the lo', she got her ass slapped

Just walked out the mall and spent me a rack

These Palm Angels, like bitch No Cap

I'm all in the streets screaming "ShaccBacc"

We never lack, we got the lo' on the opps, new pack

No metal on my arm but stay with a stick like Jax

Diss on the F, got whacked

DK got popped, he can't shake back

No cap in my rap, I only spit facts

I ain't sayin' too much, I done been in my bag

When shit go left, I'm right on they ass

I'm aim at his feet, nigga get toe-tagged

If the hoe speak over me, she get bat

I'm outside with my mag

If we run for a check, I'ma run real fast

She don't want ride with me, no

Go ask yo' brother, bitch, he know

I'm takin' shit, nigga Debo

Knock off his dreads, that boy gotta afro

I don't care bout no bitch that I already had bro

Can't go out sad like a motherfuckin' sad hoe

I'll choke slam you, bitch don't make me mad hoe

I blocked ya number, how you callin' my phone?

When nigga not right, he get done wrong

At yo' do' like a Uber, nigga ding-dong

I'm pickin' ha up, bitch c'mon

That boy gon' die, it won't be long

I blow shit down like Armstrong

Bitch, hol' on, heard they wanna get me gone

I take these drugs, they fuck my health up

Cut her off, she not on my level

Stay away, you fuck with my mental

That boy not safe, I'm sitll gon' get you

Like Fix-It-Felix, nigga tell me the issue

Oh, you with the shit? Well, I got the tissue

I wanna talk to you, baby I miss you

What you did, ain't forget, I don't think I'll forgive you