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