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Who Dat?
18,597
Hip-Hop/Rap
Who Dat? was released on April 24, 2017 by TERROR REID as a part of the album Who Dat? - Single
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Release DateApril 24, 2017
LabelTERROR REID
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TERROR REID
TERROR REID
Performer
Getter
Getter
Performer
Tanner Petulla
Tanner Petulla
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tanner Petulla
Tanner Petulla
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TERROR REID
TERROR REID
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Who dat rude dude rockin' baby blue shoes
Drivin' off a cliff and wishin' you was in the car too
It's that day time Terror with his words so clever
Make it rain from your bitch's legs, grab your umbrella, G
Who dat rude dude pissin' in your new shoes
Drivin' with the clip and shootin' pigeons with a new tube
It's the Terror from the shred puttin' drugs in his head
I'm the monster from the movies chillin' under your bed, G
[Verse 2]
I'm not white, I'm green
Man, fuck your green, I'm smokin' PCP in a Jeep
Feelin' fuckin' psycho, see
'Cause I'm that dude from your screen and your speakers
The one who hates teachers and preachers
And shoves them off of high bleachers
Sip some Windex out a double cup
Mix it with some other stuff
Your mouth begins to bubble, words fumble
You're in trouble now, G
Can't you see this only happens when you fuck with me?
Siri, where his mama live? she won't stop textin' me
[Verse 3]
Who dat rude dude rockin' baby blue shoes
Drivin' off a cliff and wishin' you was in the car too
It's that day time Terror with his words so clever
Make it rain from your bitch's legs, grab your umbrella, G
Who dat rude dude pissin' in your new shoes
Drivin' with the clip and shootin' pigeons with a new tube
It's the Terror from the shred puttin' drugs in his head
I'm the monster from the movies chillin' under your bed, G
[Verse 4]
I start cursin' in person, and it worsens when I speak in cursive, bitch
One second, my nuts itch
Fuck man, your girl gave me herpes or somethin'
Okay, I'm back with a axe
And a big bag full of thumbtacks
I ain't got no racks, not a dollar to my name
But I got a sick stack every time I cocaine
Fuck a bitch that's down for the pain
Fuck a gold chain
Fuck all the money that I make
In the corner doin' angel dust, eatin' pig guts
Chillin' in the back of a pickup truck
Ain't no rules to this game when it comes to me
Bunny hoppin' off a cliff yellin' "Suck my D"
R1 L2 square up down up
This life is a game and I don't give a fuck
[Verse 5]
Who dat rude dude rockin' baby blue shoes
Drivin' off a cliff and wishin' you was in the car too
It's that day time Terror with his words so clever
Make it rain from your bitch's legs, grab your umbrella, G
Who dat rude dude pissin' in your new shoes
Drivin' with the clip and shootin' pigeons with a new tube
It's the Terror from the shred puttin' drugs in his head
I'm the monster from the movies chillin' under your bed, G
Written by: Tanner Petulla
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