Who Dat

Lyrics

[Intro] Happy? Knock! Knock! Knock-Knock! Huh? Fuck! Who's there? Ayy! (Huh?) Okay! Ayy, fuck "Tow Truck" (Ayy) [Verse 1] 12 hit the front door (Ayy), jumping out the window (I'm "Ghost") This Glock is a grown man (Mmph), 30-shot extendo (Skrrt-doo-doo-dah) Bond money on the way right now (Uh-huh), don't ask me what I'm in for (Keep going) Hold on, free my brother, bitch (WooWop), mama's boys and pissy Glass (G Cash) Pull up with that Cutta, bitch (I'm, "Skrrt!"), hold on, it's a pick-and-roll ("Vrrm!") Stank and piss what get me on ("I'm, 'Huh?'"), hand-to-hand, I serve it, though (Trap) I ain't sayin' I'm runnin' shit (Huh?), send my Villains to get you gone (Mu', "Skrrt!") I don't need no aim assist (Eurgh?) 'cause this choppa baby shit (On gang) Killers in my mama yard (Eurgh!), the feds wanna indict us up (Huh?) Pop the Glock, the ruckus, eurgh (A ruckus, bitch), thick bitch fuck, no tusslin' Hit your bitch 'round her son (Her son), so I told her, "We wrestling" (We wrestling) I'm killing shit, this evidence (Uh! Huh?), bloody coat like Bucherman (Huh?) In the trap, don't flip your leg (Huh?), count this, Cash, no helping hands (Eurgh, trap) [Chorus] Pray to God I make it, I tote that Glock in front of my mama (My mama) I got nosy neighbors callin' "12", tryin' to fuck up my commas (GoDumb) Go dumb for my baby (My baby), givе it all to my lil' Yungeen (My boy) Back-to-back in the latest, trap like Vеgas, it do numbers (Trap) [Verse 2] You better know "Matrix" when it's war time (Huh?), we be on it ("Get on 'im!") Our Trap, it look straight (Ooh, eurgh), I got shit to say (Bitch) I sell that "Loud" like, "What ya say?" (That, "Huh?") That Munna brick in my Dolce's (Bitch) Wow, poof, D-O-A, I must be Jose, that's "No way!" (Huh?) [Verse 3] My bitch your buffets (Mu', yeah) This Cash get bouquets (Yeah! Huh?) I was trappin' on school days (Trap) Trap go up on Tuesdays (Trap) Mother fuck a case (Uh, yea) Boy, don't get shot like 2K (Skrrt-doo-doo) Nah, really with two 'Ks (Skrrt, doo-doo-doo) When ya self-made, you have it made (Huh?) [Verse 4] That SIG with me, it's tailor-made (Ugh) My diamonds shine in all the shades (Gang-gang) This Glock in reach, don't be arranged (Yuh, bitch) Ya sour-ass be lemonade (Huh?) Fuck shit, I can't entertain (Nah) Me and all my cousins bang This is the Life of Hard Knocks (Gang-gang) Nigga, "Gang! Gang!" (Bitch) [Chorus] Pray to God I make it, I tote that Glock in front of my Mouma, uh (My mama) I got nosy neighbors callin' 12, tryin' to fuck up my commas, uh (My commas) Go dumb for my baby (My baby), give it all to my lil' Yungeen, uh (My boy) Back-to-back in the latest (Skrrt, skrrt), trap like Vegas, it do numbers, uh (Trap) [Bridge] Pray to God I make it, pray-pray to God I make it (Tote-Tote-Tote that Glock, I tote that Glock, I—) Pray to God I make it (Happy?), pray to God I make it (Tote-Tote-Tote that Glock, I tote that Glock, I—) Pray to God I make it, pray-pray to God I make it (I tote that Glock in front of my mama, tote-tote-tote that Glock, I tote that Glock, I—) Pray to God I make it, pray-pray to God I make it (I tote that Glock in front of my mama, tote-tote-tote that Glock, I tote that Glock, I—)