Lunice - Who Dat lyrics

(Verse 1) First off middle finger f** you n***as I ain't never seen you n***as I don't know you n***as On some fan boy sh** ask to take a picture That's all good Just get off my dick Don't f** wit n***a Everything's a go And my clique ready to blow See these girls back stage Same hoes at every show Same hoes that use to diss me Tried to curve me didn't know That they jump in my DMs and Try to f** me on the low Don't worry a bout these b**hes The p**y come with the dough Her p**y cum It's crazy I'm only f**in her throat She s**ing me for some tickets I bust and hand her her coat They love n***a Like powder These groupies just wanna slope Man up a** the tempter drops to 40 below They see that we working hard They love the hustle and flow Needing big titty b**hes Who ready to get the dough Bag it, sell it, and repeating Destrubution for the low (Hook) n***a who dat (n***a who that) n***a we dat (n***a we dat) I said who dat (I said Who dat) n***a we dat (n***a we dat) I said who dat (I said Who dat) n***a we dat (n***a we dat) I thought you n***a already knew that Said I been drinking and smoking im suppose to stop but I can't Been grinding hard for so long gotta get racks in the bank She still be hitting my line she suppose to stop but she can't Its always pimpin no simpin n***a the f** the you think (Verse 2) Say seany I heard some rumors You dating and text who I tell em I'm doing me so it's best that you soon you That's why you not in a cope Down and you'll never recope My album is my real story Just not a picture on a stoop No I don't play nice with others that's why I'm not in a group A thousand capsules of Molly Still prolly won't f** with you You pull it u better shoot That chain just could be your noose My fitted over my eyes And im Blowing smoke up out the roof You going against an army You better tie up your boots You taken a chance of dying like feeding a lion fruit You getting money little whoadie My n***as gon need some proof Your circle is looking sketchy cause snitches travel in groups I'm God given a son Im talents given a booth Im Basquiat with a brush And the devils given a suite Its SkyCity the gang and the family we don't recruit We wasn't given a thing So all we give it the truth (Hook)