Who that is?
Who that is?
Who?
Who?
Who that is?
Who that is?
Who that who that is?
Who that is?
Who that, who that is?
Hold up.
Who am I?
My bad, you good, I'm sorry.
Got opps, don't trust nobody.
Do the jitterbug like I'm Ooh, the boy don't run out of moves Catch me, Milwaukee
across that.
Hold up.
I ain't bringing race shoes.
And if I move wrong, I'm a knee has shoes.
Hold up.
He had them knees crackin', let's get this bread I don't need, I can't tell my full-blown mess, I don't need napkins
You guys don't talk, I'ma need action They askin' who I rappin' if you don't know me
Who that is?
Who that is?
Who let it?
Who let it?
Who let, who let it?
Who that is?
Who that, who that is?
Okay, who that is?
a move like this, bringing it back with the crew, I'm lit, I'm living legit, that
You do the math, watch me do my thing.
Big step or walk like I got the tool on hip.
I'm George Jefferson, effortless, the mood I'm in.
Watch me do my thing.
Miami-based, that's vintage.
Listen, old school, you ain't no paya.
Streets on fire, same like my attire You know we gon' take you higher even though I got a briar Work harder, keep riding, I'm a rider
Pull up with the family to your function.
We gon' slide up.
With this one, we gon' wrap the crib, break it down.
Who that is?
Who that is?
Who that is?
Who that is?
Who that is?
Hoorah, hoorah, it's terror!
Ladies and gentlemen!
Hoorah, hoorah, it's terror!
It's your boy DJ Laz, and I got my boys, the Social Club Misfits.
They decided to take it old school Miami style.
So I want you to repeat after me.
Who dat is?
Who dat, who dat is?
Say what?
Who dat is?
Who that is?
Who that is?
Who that is?
Who that, who that is?
