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

Hey yo, never gon' be another
the world with the half face gorilla cover
Clip on top of each other, now wanna listen to the Sheek
Funny I'm on the plane watchin', 'Get Him to the
Twenty thousand when I land just to listen when I
Bully, he in my will somewhere, he to eat
'I Get High' high P's song
That's why my shades on, used to be in love with Nia
Donny ain't around now I'll talk 'bout Cong
That's means more bitches more haters on my
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 off on your block then later we pop klikko
Hah, ain't it?
If you can paint a bigger picture, go 'head and pain it
Yeah, uh, my hood at?
Where them red and flags, where that good at?
Where them Where that sticky?
my right hand man with the blicky?
Somebody tell them hood to come up front
And let the know I'ma smoke my blunt
Bitch, this ain't Gucci, this Prada
This street shit I'm fuckin' with niggaz say "Nada"

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