CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Where They At
Ha, yeah
I had to tell Mark to adlib it
Helluva made this beat, baby
Ayy, Sh*ttyBoyz
You worried 'bout that little sh*t, I'm thinking 'bout the bigger picture
At the lab, catch me on the nine, where it hit at Dequindre
I got her in my palm, finna play her like a fidget spinner
You ain't shot sh*t, at the most, you're a pistol whipper
RIP lil' Chris, three years later, still might drop a tear
Granddad was scoring in the city back with Bob Lanier
The Backwoods f**king with my teeth, might have to cop veneers
One thing that I can put on God, it's only God I fear
Walking out Revive, yo pape little, you can't shop in here
My b*t*h r?ally litty, just spent twenty on Gabbana gear
H?llcats, Trackhawks, nah, it is not a Honda near
How the f**k you struggle? You ain't even have ObamaCare
Feel like Blade back up in the day, b*t*h, I'm a stack master
Take a swig up out my double cup so I might nap after
This life sh*t a book, might write one before my last chapter
You spent all yo money tryna fit in, boy, you a** backwards
Caught him in LA in a Mercedes but my Lamb' faster
Smoking cookie in the Wonderland, I feel like Mad Hatter
I ain't in the mountains or the kitchen, I'm a jack stacker
I be dolo, I can't trust a b*t*h, they all be back stabbers
At the strip living life, eating lamb, throwing cash
Been grinding for three seasons so this summer, I'ma show my a**
Used to laugh, seen 'em out and asked 'em where the jokes was at
Gone but not forgotten, made a killing off of Joker's Stash
Acting bad, spent two thousand on a coat in Saks
Out the way chilling, plotting on a M, just smoking thrax
You a ball hogger, brodie open, I'ma throw the pa**
If it's smoke, like a three five, I'ma blow his a**
Pretty b*t*h with white acrylic nails with the toes to match
Cutting up in Bloomingdale's then f**ked around and broke a rack
I see a M right in front of me, that's where my focus at
The way these hoes attracted to the cheese, I just know they rats
First thing she do that I don't like, I throw her in a blender
Poured a whole pint last summer, woke up in December
She used to ho me, now she in my likes, I hope the ho remember
Light skin with that water, I don't think the ocean wetter
It's 2021, it's too much money, how you still poor?
Rap star, I think it's time to go and cop a billboard
Sh*t really hit me, just performing at The Fillmore
Something like that statue in New York, I got the real torch
At the strip living life, eating lamb, throwing cash
Been grinding for three seasons so this summer, I'ma show my a**
Used to laugh, seen 'em out and asked 'em where the jokes was at
Gone but not forgotten, made a killing off of Joker's Stash
Acting bad, spent two thousand on a coat in Saks
Out the way chilling, plotting on a M, just smoking thrax
You a ball hogger, brodie open, I'ma throw the pa**
If it's smoke, like a three five, I'ma blow his a**
I had to tell Mark to adlib it
Helluva made this beat, baby
Ayy, Sh*ttyBoyz
You worried 'bout that little sh*t, I'm thinking 'bout the bigger picture
At the lab, catch me on the nine, where it hit at Dequindre
I got her in my palm, finna play her like a fidget spinner
You ain't shot sh*t, at the most, you're a pistol whipper
RIP lil' Chris, three years later, still might drop a tear
Granddad was scoring in the city back with Bob Lanier
The Backwoods f**king with my teeth, might have to cop veneers
One thing that I can put on God, it's only God I fear
Walking out Revive, yo pape little, you can't shop in here
My b*t*h r?ally litty, just spent twenty on Gabbana gear
H?llcats, Trackhawks, nah, it is not a Honda near
How the f**k you struggle? You ain't even have ObamaCare
Feel like Blade back up in the day, b*t*h, I'm a stack master
Take a swig up out my double cup so I might nap after
This life sh*t a book, might write one before my last chapter
You spent all yo money tryna fit in, boy, you a** backwards
Caught him in LA in a Mercedes but my Lamb' faster
Smoking cookie in the Wonderland, I feel like Mad Hatter
I ain't in the mountains or the kitchen, I'm a jack stacker
I be dolo, I can't trust a b*t*h, they all be back stabbers
At the strip living life, eating lamb, throwing cash
Been grinding for three seasons so this summer, I'ma show my a**
Used to laugh, seen 'em out and asked 'em where the jokes was at
Gone but not forgotten, made a killing off of Joker's Stash
Acting bad, spent two thousand on a coat in Saks
Out the way chilling, plotting on a M, just smoking thrax
You a ball hogger, brodie open, I'ma throw the pa**
If it's smoke, like a three five, I'ma blow his a**
Pretty b*t*h with white acrylic nails with the toes to match
Cutting up in Bloomingdale's then f**ked around and broke a rack
I see a M right in front of me, that's where my focus at
The way these hoes attracted to the cheese, I just know they rats
First thing she do that I don't like, I throw her in a blender
Poured a whole pint last summer, woke up in December
She used to ho me, now she in my likes, I hope the ho remember
Light skin with that water, I don't think the ocean wetter
It's 2021, it's too much money, how you still poor?
Rap star, I think it's time to go and cop a billboard
Sh*t really hit me, just performing at The Fillmore
Something like that statue in New York, I got the real torch
At the strip living life, eating lamb, throwing cash
Been grinding for three seasons so this summer, I'ma show my a**
Used to laugh, seen 'em out and asked 'em where the jokes was at
Gone but not forgotten, made a killing off of Joker's Stash
Acting bad, spent two thousand on a coat in Saks
Out the way chilling, plotting on a M, just smoking thrax
You a ball hogger, brodie open, I'ma throw the pa**
If it's smoke, like a three five, I'ma blow his a**
