Who Dat lyrics

by

OJ da Juiceman


[Verse]
I'm the type of n*gga 100 shots in the Glock
You the type of n*gga get smacked by a thot
I'm getting all this cash, I remember selling crack
Now I got the money, now I got the sack
I can buy your building n*gga, I can buy your sack
Since I don't ride no Lexus, I pull up in a Lexus
Shooting at you n*ggas and them bullets sound like Nexus
I don't stop for n*ggas, I'm too busy passing
Why they keep saying bang? I don't even know
That's that old Sosa, Bang 3 a hoe
I'll leave a hoe, before I beat a hoe
Pull up so fast cause I'm illegal, hoe
Smoking on this Tooka, blowing this sh*t like a fan
Go head and unplug the system and I ain't done playing
If you can't comprehend, this chopper make you understand
Just like the Bezel Boys, stacks in rubber bands
Stop that sneak dissing boy, your pus*y ass a fan
Treat you like a brick, and wrap you in Saran
She say she wanna f*ck, I can't, she let me know you can
Pull up in a van, leave a n*gga Kenn
That mean you can't see, bullets dunk on you, KD
I give a b*tch a fix, call me Doctor KC
What's up in this, Otto? Is Jojo in KC?
I mean KC in Jojo cause this b*tch play crazy
Getting all this money, got my heart in this sh*t
That b*tch is a thot, you put your heart in the b*tch
Soowoo rap, I put my car in this sh*t
Crip rap b*tch, got the cuz in this b*tch
Fill em up with slugs just because of this sh*t
I'ma nasty ass n*gga, wanna nut on a b*tch
b*tch I'm so contagious, I can't hug on a b*tch
Treat your face like a table and put cups on your sh*t
I got silencer, I'm not a damn lick
I got dogs but I'm not a damn vet
Get a hammer and a nail and come and hit you in your sh*t
Should've got all platinum jewelry cause this sh*t looks p*ss
Tell her to hop off while your b*tch on my c*ck
She say her man a fan, get that man off my car
'Fore I tie your ass up and hold you for some money
I know he ain't got it, I was doing it for fun
I'm smoking hella blunts and got court next month
I'ma hit GNC, Detox, yes sir
I'm just having fun cause I got it out the mud
But I still squeeze the gun, n*gga tryna run
Paper plate the n*gga, lay these bullets right on 'em
Shooting shots for days, got the semi right on 'em
Set the alarm in this b*tch, hope the police coming
I'ma be gone when they get here, they don't own me nothing
I gave your ass a pass when I saw you and your niece
20 year old lil sister, I'ma f*ck the b*tch for free
Bang bang your way, you'll be ducking shells for free
When I wake up and go to sleep, the only time I'm on my knees
Chopping up the trey, that really mean peace
Getting placements with these shells, like a n*gga shopping beats
Screamin' out this Gucci time, like the n*gga Swizz Beatz
Smack the b*tch cause she ain't call me So, this dumb hoe called me Keefie
She called 100 times but I didn't answer
This b*tch ain't sh*t but a freaky pink panther
Cuz say this sh*t right here is gon' go crazy
He talking out his neck, hit 'em in his Adam, no Stacy
You pus*y boy, go and play some little hopscotch
Hydraulics on the Glock on your block, haha
The silencer go pew pew pew pew, regular shot, grrah
Hear the cops, the car go skrr skrr skrr skrr, won't get caught tonight
Two thousand dollar plane ticket, gotta catch a flight
Like I'm a 6 and you a 1, aye, send a n*gga kite
Rocking all my ice and I'm pouring up the pints
What I am I'll never be, b*tch I'm throwing up the gates
Bang
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