WHERE YO MOMMA @ lyrics

[Intro]
Stvnk

[Verse 1: UNOFROMPLUTO]
I be posted on the block in the night time
Everytime you see me, know I'm with the 59
I do the drive by, b*tch, I tote the Glock 9
And they didn't wanna with it n*gga, know they f*cked up
The cops still lookin' for me, guess I lucked up
And stop talkin', lil' b*tch, shut the f*ck up
I told that n*gga we ain't playin' on this side again
We hit yo lungs n*gga, you ain't bring no [?]
And when we comin' to the block, you gon' hear it spin
Where the rocks at and my sock at?
And if you talkin' on the gang, we gon' stop that
Where yo momma at? And i'ma pull up
I got the whole gang behind me in a pick up
Baby ass n*gga, boy, you need some pull ups
Weak ass n*gga, go and do some sit ups
Big pump, n*gga, know it's up in my trunk
I can't tell nothin' from the wrong
Everything in this b*tch goin', uh
You could get hit with the stick, Vietnam
I been in this b*tch so I'm never gone run
Doo-doo-doo-doo on yo' block with the gun
And they always say sh*t, n*gga, I ain't say non'
And they always bumpin' [?], n*gga, I just bump pumps
And that b*tch on my di*k, wanna suck me [?]
2 tits on the Glock, b*tch, you know it got drums
All these n*ggas is some b*tches, they really want no smoke
n*gga this is no joke, I'm hangin' with locos
We gon' knock the roof back like you need 4 more
[Verse 2: 83HADES]
83
Where the bops at? Where the thots at?
He got information so we blew his top back
And this ain't yo' average gas, I smoke opp pack
b*tch, I think I'm boutta blow, call me [?]
I got all the power, it's f*ck what a cop says
"Bah, bah, bah", what this Glock says
I don't give a single f*ck about your boyfriend
[?] him over boy and see if he is buoyant
Why you rappin' 'bout it if you ain't flamboyant?
He a snitch, he a narc', he be pointin'
Find it harder concentrate with all these voices
I do not just hit the pus*y, I'm destroyin' it
Where yo' momma at? Where yo' daughter at?
Tryna see how many hoes fit in this pontiac
Said he got 'em in his sights, I told him "Copy that"
I'm talkin' fat b*tches, talkin' bad b*tches
Shorty said she like it rough, I yank on her extensions
I'ma rob that boy, I wanted sh*t, I do not ask permission
Gotta die at some point [?] now my choppa pessimistic
And I got this stick up on my side, I be on wackin' with it
I keep grabbin' on my f*ckin' waist, they is not jackin' with it
Gotta pull the left side of my pants, it got me saggin' with it
Uno got a K and he is on the streets, attackin' with it
She ain't let me hit it for a week but now I'm back up with it
You so worried that I'm with yo' shawty, you be trackin' b*tches
Consistency is key, check my motherf*ckin' averages