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Where my at?
Where red and blue flags, where that good at?
Somebody tell them hood to come up front
And let the club I'ma smoke my blunt, Ghost
Money green, green, hood black, heart black
And never let 'em see you live, where you park at
Never let 'em how you get it just squash that
let the beef ride long, go squash that
You can it out or go and peace it up
If we was in jail I would make you give your up
I'm a loyalist and I spray shit
44 make look like crawfish
'Cause you seafood, so go on with 'em
I don't trust no niggaz, I eat with 'em
Matter fact, I'ma keep it street 'em
I like his style, I don't even speak with him
I keep it G the get-go
Real go-getter and I let my blow
You wanna get your shit broke
I got the hawk, you don't wanna get your broke
Yeah, uh, my hood at?
Where them red and blue flags, that good at?
Where vanillas? Where that sticky?
Where my right hand man the blicky?
Somebody tell hood rats to come up front
And let the club know I'ma smoke my
Bitch, this ain't Gucci, ain't Prada
This street I'm fuckin' with them niggaz say "Nada"

Hey yo, it's never be another
Shocked the world the half face gorilla cover
on top of each other, now e'rybody wanna listen to the Sheek
Funny I'm on the watchin', 'Get Him to the Greek'
Twenty thousand when I just to listen when I speak
Bully, he in my somewhere, he like to eat
'I Get high like P's song
That's why my shades on, used to be in love with Nia
Donny around now I'll talk 'bout Viet Cong
That's means more more haters on my song
But I don't go and forth, me no ping-pong
Donny at your like Avon, ding dong
Yeah, me and my E
Pop them things off on your block then later we pop
Hah, ain't it?
If you can paint a bigger picture, go 'head and pain it
Yeah, uh, where my at?
Where them red and blue flags, where that at?
Where vanillas? Where that sticky?
my right hand man with the blicky?
Somebody tell them rats to come up front
And let the club I'ma smoke my blunt
Bitch, this Gucci, this ain't Prada
This street shit I'm with them niggaz say "Nada"

Bang like white boys in mosh pits
Hach-too spit on your favorite rapper, he's not
My catalogue is
Blunt for the prelude, one for the
Perform with a swarm of fully objects
Make it clearer than ring
I'm reachin' for my phone 'cause I hear it it ring
I'm reachin' for my gun 'cause I hear it it ring
In the hood, I'm a
Phantom that's verbal, demolition in the
Slicker than the oil that you get at the
Chrome thing with the in the goose
in the coupe, subtractin' what I shoot
Get in with a axe and some and a noose
You have no on the havoc I produce
'Til it's way too late the brain matter's on your
Yeah, uh, where my at?
Where them red and blue flags, where good at?
them vanillas? Where that sticky?
Where my hand man with the blicky?
Somebody tell them hood rats to up front
And let the club I'ma smoke my blunt
Bitch, this ain't Gucci, this ain't
This street I'm fuckin' with them niggaz say "Nada"