[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
Yo

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky, Both]
Yo, who dat boy? Who him is?
Him that ni-gga, I swear
Stand out guy, him don't need no chair
Where the fuck him at, n***a, I'm right here
I don't shop at the mall, all y'all just some dumb mothafuckers
I'm a goddamn artist, you can give me some markers
Draw you a closet, know that it's GOLF, bitch, make a deposit
N***a fresh to death like he got dressed in a coffin
Cons, overalls, and a striped shirt
The boy drips swag like a broken faucet
It's runnin', n***a, I'm runnin' shit (Woo)
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 fuckin' face blown off, that's how they found him
It's Young T

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky, Both]
Who dat boy, who him is?
I said, who dat boy, who him is?
I said, who dat boy,, who him is?
I said, who dat boy,, who him is?
Shit, why you n***as feel like that? (Fuck)
Mad 'causе a n***a neck chill like that (What)
You mad 'cause a n***a push wheel likе that?
Why you puttin' (N***a) bad vibes in the air like that?
Come on n***a
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & Tyler, The Creator, Both]
Who them boys, n***a, who them is?
Who else stepped in this bitch this jig? (Nobody)
Who else your bitch say got a dick this big? (Maybe me & you)
Who else came through with a wrist this flick? (No n***a)
Guess my pants (What?), do my dance (What?)
Spin around, bitch, you could kiss my ass (Coachella)
Never seen a n***a in this much Raf
Still doin' math (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
It was summertime '06, had the Number (N)ine
N***a, never mind, was another time
Had the Gucci gold tips with the letterman
N***a, dollar sign was my favorite number at the time
Fresh freshmen 'til they skipped my ass
A senior citizen, don't forget my pass
I've been that n***a and you knew that there
She make the dick disappear, how she do that there?

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky, Both]
Who dat boy, who him is?
Who dat boy, who him is?
Who dat boy, who him is?
Who dat boy, who him is?

[Segue: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky]
Wait (Woo)
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky, Both]
Listen, fuck the rap, I'm tryna own a planet
From my other fuckin' business ventures (Woo), n***a
These n***as these days actin' like some bitches
Like, they're fuckin' with ya (What?)
He just shittin' (What?), Jesus (What?), Christmas
He just shitted, T exquisite, bitches be expensive
And I don't even need attention, WANG$AP on the bumper sticker, fuck you n***a
Fuck global warming, my neck is so frío
I'm currently lookin' for '95
My mom say she 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 stayed home and start eatin' some meals
Get out of my way, boy, that's McLaren
That's 0 to 60 in 2 point nueve, Coachella (Ayy)

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky, Both]
What, what
Who dat boy, n***a
I said, who dat boy,, who him is?
I said, who dat boy,, who him is?
I said, who dat boy,, who him is?

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky]
A$AP, n***a
Make some noise for A$AP fucking Rocky