[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Yo, who dat boy? Who him is?
Him that nig-ga, I swear
Standout guy, him don’t need no chair
Well, where the f** him at?
‘Cause n***a, I’m right here
I don’t shop at the mall, all y’all just
Dumb mothaf**a
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
b**h gon’ and make the deposit
n***a fresh to d**h like he got dressed in a coffin
Cons, overalls, and a striped shirt
The boy drip swag like a broken faucet
It’s runnin’, n***a, I’m runnin’
sh**, that cherry be the bomb like he ran in Boston
Won’t stop ’til the cops surround him
One n***a jiggy and the other awesome
With his f**in’ face blown off, that’s how they found him
It’s Young T
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky]
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dat boy? Who him is?
n***a, who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dem boys? n***a, who dem is, n***a?
Why you n***as feel like that?Mad ’cause a n***a’s neck chill like that
Mad ’cause a n***a push whip like that?
Why you puttin’ bad vibes in the air like that?
n***a who dem boys?
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Who dem is? n***a, who dem is?
Who else step in this b**h this jig?
Who else your b**h say got a bick this big?
Who else came through with a wrist this flick?
n***a, Guess my pants, do my dance
Spin around, b**h, you can kiss my a**
Never seen your n***a in this much Raf
Still doin’ math when I miss my cla**
Was it Summertime ’06, had the number 9
n***a, never mind, wasn’t nothin’ but time before Vince
Wear the Gucci bow tears, finna let ’em in
n***a, dollar sign was my favorite number at the time
Pressed freshmen ’til they skipped my a**
Senior citizen, don’t forget my pa**
Been that n***a and you knew that there
Make the dick disappear, how she do that there?
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky]
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dat boy? Who him is?
n***a, who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dem boys? n***a, who dem is, n***a?
Why you n***as feel like that?
Mad ’cause a n***a’s neck chill like that
Mad ’cause a n***a push whip like that?
Why you puttin’ bad vibes in the air?
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky]
f** the rap, I’m tryna own a planet
From another f**in’ business venture
These n***as these days
Actin’ like some b**hes, like they’re f**in’ with ya (yeah)
Teeth is glistenin’, Jesus, Christmas
Heed your sh** and she exquisite, b**hes be expensive (oh, no, n***a)
And I don’t even need attention
WANG$AP on the bumper sticker, f** you n***as
f** global warming, my neck is so frio
I’m currently lookin’ for ’95 Leo
My moms is 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 0 to 60 in 2 point nueve, I’m gone
[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
Call me, call me, call me, uh
Call me, call me, call me, uh
Call me, call me, call me, uh
Call me, call me, call me
Call me, how you doin’?
Call me, my name is Lonely, nice to meet you
Here’s my number, you can reach me, woo!
911, call me, call me some time
911, call me, call me some time
911, call me, call me some time
911, call me
911, call me