Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who Dat, artist - Chief Keef. Date of issue: 13.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Who Dat |
| I’m the type of nigga 100 shots in the Glock\nYou the type of nigga get smacked by a thot\nI’m getting all this cash, I remember selling crack\nNow I got the money, now I got the sack\nI can buy your building nigga, I can buy your sack\nSince I don’t ride no Lexus, I pull up in a Lexus\nShooting at you niggas and them bullets sound like Nexus\nI don’t stop for niggas, I’m too busy passing\nWhy they keep saying bang? I don’t even know\nThat’s that old Sosa, Bang 3 a hoe\nI’ll leave a hoe, before I beat a hoe\nPull up so fast cause I’m illegal, hoe\nSmoking on this Tooka, blowing this shit like a fan\nGo head and unplug the system and I ain’t done playing\nIf you can’t comprehend, this chopper make you understand\nJust like the Bezel Boys, stacks in rubber bands\nStop that sneak dissing boy, your pussy ass a fan\nTreat you like a brick, and wrap you in Saran\nShe say she wanna fuck, I can’t, she let me know you can’t\nPull up in a van, leave a nigga canned\nThat mean you can’t see, bullets dunk on you, KD\nI give a bitch a fist, call me Doctor KC\nWhat’s up in this, Otto? Is Jojo in KC?\nI mean KC in Jojo cause this bitch play crazy\nGetting all this money, got my heart in this shit\nThat bitch is a thot, you put your heart in the bitch\nSoowoo rap, I put my car in this shit\nCrip rap bitch, got the cuz in this bitch\nFlowing kinda slow just because of this shit\nI’ma nasty ass nigga, wanna nut on a bitch\nBitch I’m so contagious, I can’t hug on a bitch\nShoot your face like a table and put cups on your shit\nI got silencer, I’m not a damn lick\nI got dogs but I’m not a damn vet\nGet a hammer and a nail and come and hit you in your shit\nShould’ve got all platinum jewelry cause this shit looks piss\nTell her to hop out while your bitch on my cock\nShe say her man a fan, get that man off my car\n'Fore I tear your ass up and hold you for some money\nI know he ain’t got it, I was doing it for fun\nI’m smoking hella blunts and got court next month\nI’ma hit GNC, Detox, yes sir\nI’m just having fun cause I got it out the mud\nBut I still squeeze the gun, nigga tryna run\nthe nigga, lay these bullets right on 'em\nShooting shots for days, got the semi right on 'em\nSet the alarm in this bitch, hope the police coming\nI’ma Be gone when they get here, they don’t own me nothing\nI gave your ass a pass when I saw you on your knees\n20 year old lil sister, I’ma fuck the bitch for free\nBang bang, your way, you’ll be ducking shells for free\nWhen I wake up and go to sleep, the only time I’m on my knees\nChopping up the tre, that really mean peace\nGetting placements with these shells, like a nigga shopping beats\nSending out this Gucci time, like the nigga Swizz Beatz\nSmack the bitch cause she ain’t call me So, this dumb hoe called me Keef\nShe called 100 times but I didn’t answer\nThis bitch ain’t shit but a freaky pink panther\nCuz say this shit right here is gon' go crazy\nHe talking out his neck, hit 'em in his Adam, no Stacy\nYou pussy boy, go and play some little hopscotch\nI draw out this Glock on your block, haha\nThe silencer go pew pew pew pew, ready to shot, grrah\nHear the cops, the car go skrr skrr skrr skrr, won’t get caught tonight\nTwo thousand dollar plane ticket, gotta catch a flight\nLike I’m a 6 and you a 1, aye, send a nigga kite\nRocking all my ice and I’m pouring up the pints\nWhere I am I’ll never be, bitch I’m throwing up the gates\nBang |