Where You At

Let's go, kid

Something's in the attic, drugs on me, thugs gettin'

Bubbly, let's pop, surround the block, looking lovely

Extra nine glindin' on me, women who barely know me

Swarm me, faggots try to front, blow me

Aiyo, I'm from the soul bluntly, we in them H2's coolin'

Want me, try to kill a kid, bring your country

Son's nice with rifles, white fools, white dudes

Jumpin' out, fed jackets, dare you to bump me

A glow like Willie Bostic, I do the knifework job, yeah

Rappers sprint, clap 'em, this is our 'jects

Who taught ya'll niggas, it was the kid with the tarantula

Tinted up, extortin' ya'll monthly

Crabs in a bucket, rap, fuck it, yo, go get your handgun

I'd rather shoot yo' ass in public, you ain't a Air Force boss

You a hoster, frontin' like me on your poster

Now ya'll niggas fuckin' with my ones

We need to battle for cattle, acts, boats, art and crafts

Scalpals, thumb rings, dick, be careful

Fuckin' with Staten Island's heartless

Son of all flames, God guard frames, catch me with the Starks kid

The authentic Ghost, we on the golf course, with rentin' boats

Eagles on, feastin' with bigger GOATs

Come take it in blood, dare any thug to re-up

What, we gon' keep it on the hush

In the clubs, where you at?

In the clubs, where you at?

Open paperchasing, on the low getting trapped

Aiyo, drove into the water like bait, the ocean was dark

The moon lit, swimmin' to the bottom to get to the sink

We on niggas, and we comin' boy, talk with ya gun

Me, I'm ready, and I'm ready with cake, yea

Flawless, more powerful horses, the kid flow naucious

Everybody gettin' weeded, we all for this

Armored tank style, moving in ranks

Hundred that'll rock for me, still kill you, over your men bitch

Skiing in Alaska, half the man, half Casper

Runnin' with wolves, the bulls look nastier

Silencer, each is thee least, will kill on Easter

Ya'll gon' get it, wait til we get creased up

Nothin' but, rapid fire, livewire, brand new trees

Burn 'em up, they respectin' your street, cousin

We gon' bring it to every label, pay attention, ya'll

Cuban is back, now put that on a glass table