[Lyric] WHO DAT (NVY JONEZ LKR)

Welcome to hell
Where the wolves kill sheep
And the single mothers have the courage to speak
I take you on a journey off the sidewalk
Where hope await’s your first step in the street
And risk teaches you ain’t nothing wit a price tag cheap
Welcome
Ugh
Look
I never ran I dismissed the plug
Street petitions
Ain’t no pass for you placebo thugs
You know the vibes
Rock a suit and tie don’t test the tribe
Came a long from 2 for 5 to Mеdusa slides
Smoking shisha out in Denpasar for a flick
I nevеr ask the prize cos I know my swipe is legit
You see I’m all about my money this is pimping not pippen
All dogs go to heaven even I got caught slipping
That burner to my face was adjacent
I got complacent
Hit or miss
Activate my nigganess
I sprinted quick
Remember the times when it was all about the plastic
Closet looking bombastic
Flip it soon as you stash it
So it seems living the american dream
Learned to sail in a drought so I flourished in quarantine
Ain’t nothing change
Mask for the bank
Then we cats off
Couple fuck you’s
Like what you really think we rap for
Muh Fuka
This ain’t no boom bap
This that who dat
Click clack
Move back
6 Shots
Get low
Reload
Shoot back
Shoot back
Now who that
Who that
Who that
Who that
Who that
Who that
Who that
Who that
Muh Fuka
This ain’t no boom bap
This that who dat
Click clack
Move back
6 Shots
Get low
Reload
Shoot back
Shoot back
Now who that
Who that
Who that
Who that
Who that
Who that
Who that
Who that
Muh Fuka
This ain’t no boom bap
Two piece and a mother fuckin biscuit
Muh Fuka
This ain’t no boom bap
Better act right nigga
Get my fuckin order right
You don't want war wit me
You don't wanna war wit ugh
You don't
Wanna
War wit
Ugh
You don't
Wanna
War wit
Me
I might
Kill em
Look
Settle the score
Breaking the law
Kick in the door
You know what it's for
This beat is raw
I need a morgue
Kill or be killed
That's art of war
Pour to the floor for those who soar
For those who soar
Dodging the demons
They always scheming
Me and mine kill em off every season
We got our reasons
Yeah I'm a heathen
Do me wrong we gon' count it as treason
Fuck what you jacking
Is you really bout that action
Cameras out they be acting
Get to the m's
That is my passion
I might slip and slide but never lacking
They in to the gram
We did it for grams
Connecting connections
Building a pension
Tell me what's really wit all the tension
So check on ya vibes
Cos you is to hype
Told my nigga to protect his energy at all times
You can climb high still snakes reside
Remember that we not the same
They get the bag
We get the bank
Yeah
Fuck being mister nice guy
I like to come in first place
This off the top
I know ima pop
Bitch stop flirting
Wifey can box
Yeah ima star
Bapes out the wraith
Azul to the face
K lo k
Mu Fukah
This ain't no boom bap
I thought you knew that
You see that we strapped
Wit sixteen
Killer routines
Don't make me relapse
Now who dat
Who dat
Who that
Who that
Who that
Who that
Who that
Who that
Mu Fukah
This ain't no boom bap
I thought you knew that
You see that we strapped
Wit sixteen
Killer routines
Don't make me relapse
Now who dat
Who that
Who that
Who that
Who that
Who that
Who that
Who that
Muh Fuka
This ain’t no boom bap