Yo, who dat boy? Who him is?

Him that nig-ga, I swear

Stand up guy, him don't need no chair

Well, where the f**k him at?

'Cause nigga, I'm right here

I don't shop at the mall, all y'all just

Dumb mothaf**ka

I'm a goddamn artist

You can give me some markers and I'll draw you a closet

And you know that it's GOLF

Bitch gon' and make the deposit

Nigga fresh to death like he got dressed in a coffin

Cons, overalls, and a striped shirt

The boy drip swag like a broken faucet

It's runnin', nigga, I'm runnin'

Shit, that cherry be the bomb like he ran in Boston

Won't stop 'til the cops surround him

One nigga jiggy and the other awesome

With his f**kin' face blown off, that's how they found him

It's 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's neck chill like that

Mad 'cause a nigga push weight 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 can kiss my ass

Never seen your nigga in this much Raf

Still doin' math when I miss my class

Was it Summertime '06, had the number 9

Nigga, never mind, wasn't nothin' but 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, don't forget my pass

Been that nigga and you knew that there

Make the dick disappear, how she do that there?