Who Dat

Who that

Creepin' by my window

Don't wanna go trip a low

I just really wanna know is

Who is that

Creepin' by my window

Do I really wanna know

The feds gon' knock on my door

Pull out your speaker baby

The cold can go in real slow

Match with my own tempo

Let me into your soul

I need bass, not treble

I am the funk god devil

I sin, sin, sin, for my chinny chin chin

No one is on my level

Don't play with a player baby

You gon' get your heart bruised

Don't call out your name lady

You gon' get your mind screwed

I need 808's

I hit the footsteps break

I need faith, not hate

All up inside my name

Who that

Creepin' by my window

Don't wanna go trip a low

I just really wanna know is

Who is that

Creepin' by my window

Do I really wanna know

The feds gon' knock on my door

24/7 Look fresh to death

Your boy so dead I'm heaven sent

I see the roaches all over corpses

Bitches ballin' on my endorsements

I like my girls with a little more snare

Bring out the kick drum while I pull your hair

Might crash if I stay too long

But the tomboy too fine so I don't care

We shouldn't have gone that triplet pace

I might rip shot all over your face

I let it sizzle then pop

Might cymbal up in your spot

Just watch how this new bass drop

The bassline grooves to your socks

I am the funk robot

I am the prince you are not

Who that

Creepin' by my window

Don't wanna go trip a low

I just really wanna know is

Who is that

Creepin' by my window

Do I really wanna know

The feds gon' knock on my door