Where Ya At lyrics

[Verse]
I be wildin, I might slide di*k in yo main hoe
Ride thru, stop the car, let them thangs blow
Where I'm from everyday another body drop
n*gga hanging out the window with a 50 shot
We don't rap beef n*gga put him in a box
n*ggas talking about they sliding, I bought a Glock
Lil n*gga got a K that hold a hundred shots
Real n*ggas make the pus*ys 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 b*tches 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 sh*t look easy
I'm smoking dope I'm with the stars, I'm getting tree, tree
Got yo lil b*tch in my new whip, she giving nee,nee
n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 b*tch in my blood, no exposing me
Too many n*ggas out here plotting so I keep the heat
Too many n*ggas out here telling so I'm low-key
Riding smoking with D Money we got 4 heat
And he'll shoot a motherf*cker that try to poke me
Don't conversate with n*ggas homie you don't know me
All this money in my pockets got my pants low
n*ggas mad, hating on me cause they bands low
All these chains on, b*tch I feel like Jango
I'm in that new thang, same color Balmain coat
I be wildin, I might slide di*k 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 n*gga you know how this game go