Where They At

Ahem, ha, yeah I had to tell Mark to adlib it (Helluva made this beat, baby) Ayy, ShittyBoyz You worried 'bout that little shit I'm thinkin' 'bout the bigger picture At the Lab, catch me on the Nine where it hit Dequindre I got her in my palm, finna play her like a fidget spinner You ain't shot shit, 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 fucking 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, your pape' little, you can't shop in here My bitch really litty, just spent twenty on Gabbana gear Hellcats, Trackhawks, nah, it is not a Honda near How the fuck you struggle? You ain't even have Obamacare Feel like Blade back up in the day, bitch, I'm a stack master Take a swig up out my double cup, so I might nap after This life shit a book, might write one before my last chapter You spent all your money tryna fit in, boy, you ass backwards Caught him in LA in a Mercedes, but my Lam' 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 bitch, they all be backstabbers At the strip living life, eating lamb, throwing cash Been grinding for three seasons, so this summer, I'ma show my ass 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 pass If it's smoke, like a three five, I'ma blow his ass Pretty bitch with white acrylic nails with the toes to match Cutting up in Bloomingdale's, then fucked 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 Shit 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 ass 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 pass If it's smoke, like a three five, I'ma blow his ass Ayy, ShittyBoyz