[Chorus: Fat Trel]
Who dat n***a, get that n***a, man kill that n***a
Shoot that n***a, shoot that n***a, shoot young n***a
Who dat n***a, get that n***a, man kill that n***a
Man shoot young n***a, shoot young n***a, shoot young n***a
Who dat n***a, get that n***a, man kill that n***a
Man shoot young n***a, shoot young n***a, shoot young n***a
Who dat n***a, get that n***a, man kill that n***a
Man shoot young n***a, shoot young n***a, shoot young n***a

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
Who dat n***a, you dat n***a, I'm finna drill this n***a
Man kill this n***a, spill this n***a, I don't feel this n***a
Man shoot this n***a, I'ma ruthless n***a
You a useless n***a I shoot reboot this n***a
Where the loot young n***a, tell the truth young n***a
I'ma OC n***a, I'ma OD n***a, I'ma low key n***a you don't know me n***a
Make yo' bitch come show me, then blow me n***a, no OG n***a
I'ma young rich n***a, you a young bitch n***a, you a snitch
Better run young n***a, see the clip young n***a, that's a drum young n***a
I'm the one young n***a, from the slum young n***a, I get it done young n***a
No fund young n***a, where you from my n***a, get a gun young n***a
I don't like this n***a, I wanna fight this n***a, I'll light this n***a
Ignite this n***a, had the sawed off or the .44 bulldog come fight this n***a

[Chorus: Fat Trel]
Who dat n***a, get that n***a, man kill that n***a
Shoot that n***a, shoot that n***a, shoot young n***a
Who dat n***a, get that n***a, man kill that n***a
Man shoot young n***a, shoot young n***a, shoot young n***a
Who dat n***a, get that n***a, man kill that n***a
Man shoot young n***a, shoot young n***a, shoot young n***a
Who dat n***a, get that n***a, man kill that n***a
Man shoot young n***a, shoot young n***a, shoot young n***a
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Man, fuck that n***a, fuck them n***as
Fuck all you n***as, go to war
Say, "Goodbye you pussy boys!"
They know the mob, ain't no family
Ain't no amends, just my grenade
Say, "Hello, to my little friend!"
Now, watch your back, watch your front
Feds watching us, we rock the coast
It's a dirty game, "Gleesh cut his throat!"
On the block they calling me the fireman
Murder game, bitch a gangland
Where I'm from that hit 3 grand
Broad day, n***a, motherfuck a plan
Second shooter, just in case my gun jam
Body count, bitch, Gleesh the Son of Sam

[Chorus: Fat Trel]
Who dat n***a, get that n***a, man kill that n***a
Shoot that n***a, shoot that n***a, shoot young n***a
Who dat n***a, get that n***a, man kill that n***a
Man shoot young n***a, shoot young n***a, shoot young n***a
Who dat n***a, get that n***a, man kill that n***a
Man shoot young n***a, shoot young n***a, shoot young n***a
Who dat n***a, get that n***a, man kill that n***a
Man shoot young n***a, shoot young n***a, shoot young n***a