J.Cole, Childish Gambino, Spencer Datt - Who Datt Pt. 2 lyrics

Who dat who dat?

Back up on my 1, 2, 3 metaphors
I'm rhyming with CD
You would think I'm in stores
And y'all know me, I'm D-O-P-E
Screaming skins all day, no MTV
I see a girl giving out
Blows like a prize fighter
I'm on top of the words:
Call me a highlighter
Oral sex in the morning: that's a head start
Words like bullets
Yeah I'm shopping at a Lead Mart
State of the Tar Heel, fuck how y'all feel
Young but I'm good
I got that fuckin John Wall feel
While y'all pissed off
I sit and sip Cristal
Hornet's nest flow, I assist like Chris Paul
Flow like a quick river
Lines like a stick figure so many drinks
I'll probably borrow someone else's liver
And I'm warming up just like a fireplace
I know I'm an acquired taste
Go ahead and try to hate
But I'm just a brainiac who don't
Know where his brain be at
I'm smoking Huckleberry so I guess
I'm Mark Twaining that
They told me I was insane, in fact
I'm tryna get my train on track
So you should probably counteract
The fact that you attacked the Datt

Who dat who dat? You know
What you been waiting for
I mean, the game was all bad just a week ago
Rappers was bullshit - listen
I ain't hatin', no
Now a brother
Hot enough to fuck with one of satan's hoes
And she can't tell the difference
I been through hell conditions
Wishing for air conditioning
Feeling god would never listen
Now I'm on television
And did I fail to mention
Your bitch is tired of missionary
Boy you failed the mission
Man, just look at how I elevated
Real niggas celebrate it
Finger fuck whoever hate it
My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn
Then I redecorated that means
My tables turned
Live life, might as well, only way to learn
Just try and fail
Clientele the only way to earn
So if you're selling crack or
If you're selling rap
Make sure it's mean so the
Fiends keep on yelling back

Who dat, who dat? Bitch, I got that- hey
(yeah)
Who dat, who dat? Bitch, I got that- hey
(Whoa, Sup, Spence) Got that flame
So don't worry 'bout
My motherfuckin' name, spence

I won't steal your girl? Test me
I stay Childish, watch me breast feed
Grandfather ran numbers a criminal in Harlem
The only thing he used to make
Was trouble and my father father had me
Said "Stay away from cocaine!"
Blood stained gangster
My swag screams dope game
I talk real nigga, this is what you ask for
I shit green like vegetarian assholes
Louder than Wayne's pants at the VMA's
"Stick to what you good at nigga" Oh
Everything?
Niggas want me everywhere, I'm yelling out
"Sorry!" there's only one of me like
White girls with black Barbies
Niggas mad that I ain't do shit too
I got a fly Asian bitch, that's a Shih Tzu
Throwing out your jazz man
But you don't look like Uncle Phil
Fucking girls from TV shows
My DVR is on the pill
Shake it on YouTube, yeah that's a VEVO ho
Black guy wit' a white voice, Cleveland Show
I don't know
All I wanted was different things
Hope these hood niggas don't blow
Me off when they're listening
All I do is wear what white
Guys wore in the '50's
And for some reason these white
People think that it's interesting
Too many girls
That's still not enough for me
I love pussy like that old lady up the street
Everything I spit is compilated and best of
Black nerds run shit, go and ask Questlove
I'ma hit it twice, retail
I got a package like a gangsta, G mail
Google and a penis reference, same sentence
Goody-goody i love my dick so much they
Let a nigga host the Woodies
Got a whole barbershop like, "Oh man
This shit is tight" solid shit, one wipe

Who dat, who dat? Bitch, I got that- hey
Who dat, who dat? Bitch, I got that- hey
Cole World got that flame
So don't worry 'bout
My motherfuckin' name, spence
They sayin', "Who that? Who that?"

Cole World, nigga uh, SD, nigga
SD, boy
Yo, this is J cole, Cole World spencer Datt
Who that? Who that?
Rest in piece, brother big shouts cole World