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

Hey yo, never gon' be another
Shocked the world with the half face cover
Clip on top of each other, now e'rybody wanna listen to the
Funny I'm on the plane watchin', 'Get Him to the
Twenty thousand when I land just to listen 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 Nia Long
Donny ain't around now I'll talk Viet Cong
That's means more more haters on my song
But I don't go back and forth, me no
Donny at your door like Avon, ding
Yeah, me and my E
Pop them things off on your block later we pop klikko
Hah, amazing it?
If you can paint a bigger picture, go 'head and pain it
Yeah, uh, where my at?
Where red and blue flags, where that good at?
Where them vanillas? Where sticky?
my right hand man with the blicky?
Somebody them hood rats to come up front
And let the club know smoke my blunt
Bitch, this ain't Gucci, this Prada
This street shit I'm with them niggaz say "Nada"

Bang like white boys in mosh pits
Hach-too spit on favorite rapper, he's not shit
My is colossus
for the prelude, one for the process
Perform a swarm of fully loaded objects
Make it than Podus ring
I'm reachin' for my phone I hear it before it ring
I'm reachin' for my gun I hear it before it ring
In the hood, I'm a
that's verbal, demolition in the booth
Slicker than the oil you get at the masseuse
thing with the conehead in the goose
Addin' in the coupe, subtractin' I shoot
Get in with a axe and some and a noose
You have no idea on the havoc I
'Til it's way too late the brain matter's on shoes
Yeah, uh, my hood at?
Where them red and blue flags, that good at?
Where them Where that sticky?
Where my right man with the blicky?
Somebody tell them hood to come up front
And let the club know I'ma my blunt
Bitch, this Gucci, this ain't Prada
This street shit I'm with them niggaz say "Nada"