制作
出演艺人
Tyler, The Creator
表演者
作曲和作词
A$AP Rocky
作曲
Tyler, The Creator
作曲
歌词
[Intro]
Yo
[Verse 1]
Who dat boy?
Who him is?
Him that nig-ga, I swear
Standout guy, him don't need no chair
Well, where the fuck him at?
'Cause ****, I'm right here
I don't shop at the mall, all y'all just
Dumb motherfucker, 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
**** fresh to death like he got dressed in a coffin
Con's, overalls and a striped shirt
The boy drip swag like a broken faucet
It's runnin', ****, I'm runnin'
Shit, that cherry be the bomb like he ran in Boston
Won't stop till the cops surround him
One **** jiggy and the other, awesome
With his fuckin' face blown off, that's how they found him (It's Young T)
[Chorus]
Who dat boy?
Who him is?
Who dat boy?
Who him is?
****, who dat boy?
Who him is?
Who dem boys?
****, who dem is, ****?
[Chorus]
Why you **** feel like that?
Mad 'cause a ****'s neck chill like that
Mad 'cause a **** push whip like that?
Why you puttin' bad vibes in the air like that?
****, who dem boys? (Who dem is?)
[Verse 2]
****, 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?
****, GUESS, my pants, do my dance
Spin around, bitch, you could kiss my ass
Never seen your **** in this much Raf
Still doin' math when I miss my class
[Verse 3]
Was it Summertime '06, had the number nine
****, nevermind, wasn't nothin' but time before Vince
Wear the Gucci bow tears, finna let 'em in
****, dollar sign was my favorite number at the time
Fresh freshmen till they skipped my ass
Senior citizen, don't forget my pass
Been that ****, and you knew that there
Make the dick disappear, how she do that there?
[Chorus]
Who dat boy?
Who him is?
Who dat boy?
Who him is?
****, who dat boy?
Who him is?
Who dem boys?
****, who dem is, ****?
[Chorus]
Why you **** feel like that?
Mad 'cause a ****'s neck chill like that
Mad 'cause a **** push whip like that?
Why you puttin' bad vibes in the air?
[Verse 4]
Fuck the rap, I'm tryna own a planet
From my other fuckin' business venture
These **** these days actin' like some bitches
Like they fuckin' with ya
Teeth is glistenin', Jesus, Christmas
He just shittin', she exquisite, bitches be expensive
And I don't even need attention
WANG$AP on the bumper sticker, fuck you ****
[Verse 5]
Fuck global warming, my neck is so frío
I'm currently lookin' for '95 Leo
My mom says she's worried because I'm so ill
I should stay in bed, but got too much bread to make
She said watch my weight
So I stay home, and start eatin' some meals
Get out of my way, way
Boy, that's McLaren, that's zero to sixty in two point nueve, I'm gone
[Outro]
Oh, fuck
Written by: Rakim Mayers, Tyler Okonma
