Where You At (feat. Springz, Cashay Casino & Bodega Velli)

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Everybody wanna be killers wanna be militant
Nigga this the bronx where everybody be killing shit
No this not chicago nigga we not drilling shit
Nyc this where the realest of the realest is
Bronx where you at where you at nigga
Harlem where you where you at nigga
Brooklyn where you at where you at nigga
Queens where you at staten island where you at
Yea im from the nine they call it the land
Shooters by the deli i hope you understand
Feds in the van dont ever play with my fam
I be posted on the block im andre drummond with a can
Im tryna ball out we got hammers that clear the mall out
One six one park the whip in front of the court house
Niggas try to front on my team im going all out
Bring the dogs out put in work and never call out
Niggas couldn't play with me turn ya block to a vacancy
They be waiting patiently f*ck yall say it blatantly
Picture of my mother behind it thats where the safe will be
My man f*ck around and do some years cuz he aint take a plea
Nigga f*ck the jails and the court system
I shot three niggas please dont be a fourth victim
Ill leave ya brains by ya man take ya thoughts with him
The four hit him have him shaking like its autism
Everybody wanna be killers wanna be militant
Nigga this the bronx where everybody be killing shit
No this not chicago nigga we not drilling shit
Nyc this where the realest of the realest is
Bronx where you at where you at nigga
Harlem where you where you at nigga
Brooklyn where you at where you at nigga
Queens where you at staten island where you at
Boogie down bully like a boogie in all black
Thirty niggas with me they'll catch a body they all strapped
Dirty smith and wesson i get the pressing they fall flat
Tell yo bitch smd nigga all caps
What you call rap man i call wack
Tryna stuff shotgun shells in a mac
Get clapped body laps put you in a race
If you aint like me i aint know it say it to my face
Niggas try to catch me in traffic it get tragic
Four five auto on me that shit plastic
Niggas said i left i disappeared like magic
Nah with the left and disappeared like magic
Who shot ya big poppa
Frank white but the mac sing like Sinatra
I dont got time for time im tryna shine
Play puff daddy in the club and catch a shyne
Man im a mother fuckin bad boy
Went from a fuckin bag boy to a bag boy
Nine in my bag boy shopping cart mad toys
Sky is the limit turn a rock to a astroid
Life after death give you death after life
Break yo self before you get left at the light
Leave you slumped in yo car with a mess at the light
Ya man like why the f*ck you took a left at the light
Everybody wanna be killers wanna be militant
Nigga this the bronx where everybody be killing shit
No this not chicago nigga we not drilling shit
Nyc this where the realest of the realest is
Bronx where you at where you at nigga
Harlem where you where you at nigga
Brooklyn where you at where you at nigga
Queens where you at staten island where you at
Im from harlem so you niggas know where to find me duke
Ya man want static oh word you gone line me too
Ill treat him like he from a 90's group
Old kiss ill put a bald head in ya shiny suit
I dont give a f*ck what a hater say
Cuz honestly im the best nigga spade of spade
I used to get crazy with the razor blade
Now a g keep that thunder on him like gatorade
Collabing with me you need churches
I put niggas in hearses when i send niggas them verses
And i'm the one that'll feed a nigga lead
Springz know who to call when he need a nigga dead
Im g'd up my niggas is b'd up
And like a dirty dog my bitches is flead up
Connect got that work that nigga is key'd up
Like im scrolling up the time line nigga i read up
Everybody wanna be killers wanna be militant
Nigga this the bronx where everybody be killing shit
No this not chicago nigga we not drilling shit
Nyc this where the realest of the realest is
Bronx where you at where you at nigga
Harlem where you where you at nigga
Brooklyn where you at where you at nigga
Queens where you at staten island where you at
Im up in my skin three eighty hoping it dont jam
If not a nigga end up def bodied or choke slammed
You aint getting money pop bottles follow my program
Jamie with a fox bitch drive all of my bros ham
Red bottoms spike missed him the lead got him
No pencil or osha nigga a fed problem
Why cuz the silencer silence a nigga silent bruh
Additional money now im with it my steps quieter
Get to me late with the cake ill make annual converter box
Sixty eight escape channel you
They bars is weak me and springz create manuals
Wife happy daddy proud momma blessing us
Aunt Deborah rest in peace love how she lectured us
A hunnit days a hunnit nights we helped the bibles out
Survival tactics when i creep see what my rivals bout
Roses never bleed on my piece to help my diamonds out
Everybody wanna be killers wanna be militant
Nigga this the bronx where everybody be killing shit
No this not chicago nigga we not drilling shit
Nyc this where the realest of the realest is
Bronx where you at where you at nigga
Harlem where you where you at nigga
Brooklyn where you at where you at nigga
Queens where you at staten island where you at

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Written by: Curtis Little

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