Where Ya At

[Verse] I be wildin, I might slide dick in yo main hoe Ride thru, stop the car, let them thangs blow Where I'm from everyday another body drop Nigga hanging out the window with a 50 shot We don't rap beef nigga put him in a box Niggas talking about they sliding, I bought a Glock Lil nigga got a K that hold a hundred shots Real niggas make the pussys run 100 blocks Love Glocks more than rugers, cause they shoot better Hella bands the money team, I feel like Mayweather Every since I drop get smoked, They wanna be me Everybody watching me like I'm a T.V I ain't watching nobody, but the police And these hoes cause these bitches to sneaky In the foreign windows tinted, you can't see me All black and that drum hold 50 Mister hella bands, I make this shit look easy I'm smoking dope I'm with the stars, I'm getting tree, tree Got yo lil bitch in my new whip, she giving nee,nee Niggas saying he going to do me, when he see me Don't make me have to play crazy And come 3 deep, 30s and the glizzys Leave a nigga six feet, run up on him He got froze when he saw the heat All these diamonds in my chain so you know I'm flee Ain't no bitch in my blood, no exposing me Too many niggas out here plotting so I keep the heat Too many niggas out here telling so I'm low-key Riding smoking with D Money we got 4 heat And he'll shoot a motherfucker that try to poke me Don't conversate with niggas homie you don't know me All this money in my pockets got my pants low Niggas mad, hating on me cause they bands low All these chains on, bitch I feel like Jango I'm in that new thang, same color Balmain coat I be wildin, I might slide dick in yo main hoe Ride thru, stop the car, let them thangs blow Put a 30 in it just so it can hang low Stop acting stupid nigga you know how this game go