Where They At?

Chorus
Heard a lot about your friends
Where they at though
Heard a lot about some bands
Where they at though
Heard ya boys a little
Stan on the d-low
I see you postin to the gram
For that ego
Keep my mind sharp baby
They stay drowsy
Know how to get em mad
I keep em rowdy yea
You ain't slick na na
So why you slidin'
Never get the upper hand
But keep on tryin'
Keep on tryin' yea yea

First Verse
Yea I heard they dissin'
Now they goin missin'
Got that cease and desist
I'd abort your mission
If these boys ain't fixed
They need to get to snippen'
Get to snippen'
Y'all got bags but they trash
You in mad disarray
Up at bat I make hits
I got more on the way
I'm pushin horse power
I'm a stalliano
Got the sauce formula
I'm Italiano
Drop it down
Bust it down
If you a clown
Don't come around
You 50/50 on it
Yea you half assed
Boy you had your time
Now it's half past
Better lace up cause it's game time
Don't hesitate on that baseline
I butcher dudes like they bovine
Cause they biten more than canines
You on my court in my zone
Better talk nice in the right tone
Cause I'm comin straight for them jaw bones
Rippin skeletons from their tombstones

Chorus
Heard a lot about your friends
Where they at though
Heard a lot about some bands
Where they at though
Heard ya boys a little
Stan on the d-low
I see you postin to the gram
For that ego
Keep my mind sharp baby
They stay drowsy
Know how to get em mad
I keep em rowdy yea
You ain't slick na na
So why you slidin'
I stay curve ballin' on em
So batter up batter up

Second Verse
You a big talka
Little man syndrome
Trynna be a blocka
That's a small window
Yea a told you from the start
That y'all would be the victim
And I would be the victor
But y'all chose not to listen
So now when I start spitten
It's just bumps and them chills
Cause when I put out a verse
You know I'm aimin' to kill
Who's on your front lines?
Better hope they're loyal
You know it's bout to strike
When the snake starts to coil
But my pace is too fast
It'll snatch your brain and make it whiplash
Everything you speak sounds so trashed
You bum dudes lookin relapsed
You ain't speak my dialect
All my info direct
They trynna come for me yea
I'mma start spillin' some tea yea
Ain't about to fist
Ain't about your loose grip
It was me off the rip
And Prestige on that drip