Who Da (feat. K.M.T. & Al Dente) Video (MV)

(This song right here is dedicated to all the people that said it looked like
I stuck my finger inside of a light socket...
You right
Back on a track
It's me and my boy with me

K.M.T.
Al Dente
A-check it, check it, check it, check it)

I got a stuffy nose 24/7
You can probably hear it when I'm rapping on this session
But that ain't stopping me cause I'm on a third degree mission
To burn the competition with my words, so listen

Gimme the K, so I can kill the game
So I kick it down to the ground while spreadin' my name
Gimme the M, I'm no major myth, starting with many months
Crafting and trappin' like I'm a blacksmith, word smith
Dot your I's and cross my T, my flows a tyrant
Gonna take over the world, you'll see

It's K.M.T. from the T.G.C.
S-A-T-U-R-D Ayeeee
Lemme say, Tasty Gang, ain't no other way
I'm enjoyin' life, and living to the fullest
Like a polar bears toes, yallreadyknow that I'm the coolest

A juicy contradiction, got these Starburst flows
You know the hottest dude of all time with the coldest rhymes

(It'snoodleboyAlDenteyouknowwhat'sgoingonit's2018 We'remakin'thehottesttrackeverimmatalkasfastasIcansoI
CanfitasmuchasIcaninhereIlovey'allbuythemalbum

Woo!)

I'm zoomin' on your block
You better go hide yo kids
Cause when I round that corner
Imma make them tires skid

I hop out the whip, and I see the Tasty Gang
They all got smiles on their face cause when been spittin' game

Our rhythms like gas, they gon' power up machines
Our futures so bright, makin' K.M.T. sneeze (Achoo!)
I got the flyest girl, she just chillin' at the crib
These other couples seem like children, we just give them bibs

Like a paper clip, the Tasty Gang hold me down
And trust me, it makes these other boys feel like clowns
They gonna see how we livin', gonna wanna spit
But when we come at them, like a banana they will split

We just chillin', nothin' to it
With my boys, there's no disputin'
Havin' cold ones, that's a shoe in
We just really love our gluten
Have a problem? We don't want it
We got style, yeah we flaunt it
Life's been buzzin, like a pager
Buy this album, it's a banger

(Yo man that verse was HOT!

Anybody in their right mind could rap over that man!

Yeah, there ain't no doubt, that's a pretty cool beat too
Yo we got this... we got this group coming out called Tasty Gang Collaboration
And after I heard that fire verse you spit, I was wondering if you wanted to join

Tasty Gang Collaboration? Wait a minute, that sounds whack!

Nah son)

KMT how you living?
(You know we out here and we winnin')
When'd you start this rap thing?
(You best believe it ain't a fling)
You must got a ghost writer
(I know my lyrics soundin' clean)
How I know it's really fire?
(Lemme show you what I mean)

Livin' in a world where the cash is the crop
Progressin' in a way that I never plan to stop
Gotta compliment myself on this instrumental
All these words that I'm spittin' goin' straight to ya mental

Yeah so you think you're good?
(Yeah well I know I'm good)

Yeah so you think you're bad?
(Best Believe I know I'm bad)

Yeah so you think you're cool?
(Yeah so I think I'm cool)

Yeah well I know I'm hot
So lemme show you what I got

Everybody out here, you know they just penny pinchin'
The crew might not be rich, but you know that we are ascending
Y'all my thing you're gang gang, but you ain't about the clan
Imma take you to the dump, just like you're a trash can