Where?

[Intro: Jay5ive]
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Ayo, bro, go and get with that
Fuck the opps, Eli, grrah, Ldot, Ldot

[Verse: Jay5ive]
Bend down the Hill, on bro, I done flared
This .9 get to barkin', them niggas look scared
Like, we on they block, I'm yellin' out, "Where?"
Bdot tryna throw, I'm like, "Brodie, it's—"
Ain't boomin' one there
Bro tryna boom 'fore the smoke even clear
Like, I'm really just hopin' them kids is not near
I'ma wake up they block with some shit that they hear
Shout out E, we smoke him a lot
Sammy, L with the Dot
Let me see [?] to back out my knock
They beefin' with Kha and that nigga got shot
Bitch, I got the pole when I Notti Bop
Ron Sleez got hit and took it on the hop
And let me get closer while I'm tryna flock
Don't bring up no Rippy 'cause that nigga dropped
Like, don't talk about money, I run through
I'm tryna show a nigga what this gun do
I think that's the opps, no, I don't wanna rumble
Like, you gotta hit, boy, you better not—
Like, you gotta hit, boy, you better not fumble
Where the fuck was the Makks when I spun through?
Two deep with a Hat tryna clap us a Hat, tryna find out like where they gon' run to?

[Verse 2: Skiidot B]
Yo, 5ive, what's the word? Bro hit my line like, "Niggas tryna purge"
We ain't doin' Vs, we runnin' straight through 1st
First opp that we see, we see who get him first
If he screamin' out Shmu, he goin' in the dirt
Niggas rapping 'bout knocks, put that shit to work
Me and Jay5ive done made them niggas all disperse
On they block, tryna see who hit him first
Shot for shot, tryna see where he run to
Ratty died, can y'all see what he went through?
Edot Baby put one through his mental
PT got hit, the judge [?], this shit simple
I don't care how they feel about this one
Niggas know 5ive my brother, that's twinnem
We done spin on the opps, tryna send 'em
We on hots, we completin' that mission

[Verse 3: Jay5ive & Skiidot B]
On the opps, throw a shot like a free throw
I can't wait 'til I run into Rico
He got hit, yeah, that couldn't be me though
Let me know one time that you let your heat go
It's no way that I'm leavin' my G though
Bdot start throwin', I throw right when he blow
And we at they door, at they peephole
Couple niggas had died, I just wonder what he know
Up the Hill with the guys and the Sweep though
I bet they know how I creep though
Back out, throw before he throw
Brodie like Butler, don't play for the Heat though
Nigga, they know who we smoke
Muddy, brodie like, "DRose"
Niggas be talkin', but I really wonder
What they goin' through when we walk down that street though?