[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Yo, who dat boy? Who him is?
Him that ni-gga, I swear
Stand out guy, him don't need no chair
Well, where the fuck him at? 'Cause n***a, I'm right here
I don't shop at the mall, all y'all just
Dumb mothafucka, 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, bitch, gonna make the 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
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$AP Rocky]
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dat boy? Who him is?
N***a, who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dem boys? N***a, who dem is, n***a?
Why you n***as feel like that?
Mad 'cause a n***a neck chill like that
You mad 'cause a n***a push wheel like that?
Why you puttin' bad vibes in the air like that?
N***a, who dem boys?
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Who dem is? N***a, who dem is?
Who else step in this bitch this jig?
Who else your bitch 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, bitch, you could kiss my ass
Never seen a n***a in this much Raf
Still doin' math when I miss my class
Was it Summertime '06, had the Number (N)ine
N***a, never mind, was another time before Vince
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
Senior citizen, don't forget my pass
Been that n***a and you knew that there
Make the dick disappear, how she do that there?

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky]
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dat boy? Who him is?
N***a, who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dem boys? N***a, who dem is, n***a?
Why you n***as feel like that?
Mad 'cause a n***a's neck chill like that
You mad 'cause a n***a push wheel like that?
Why you puttin' bad vibes in the-?
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky]
Fuck the rap, I'm tryna own a planet
From my other fuckin' business ventures
These n***as these days
Actin' like some bitches, like they're fuckin' with ya (yeah)
Teeth is glistenin', Jesus, Christmas
He just shittin', she exquisite, bitches be expensive
(Yeah, let 'em know, n***a) And I don't even need attention
WANG$AP on the bumper sticker, fuck you n***as
Fuck global warming, my neck is so frío
I'm currently lookin' for '95 Leo
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 güey, boy, that's McLaren
That's 0 to 60 in 2 point nueve, I'm gone

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
Oh, fuck