Where They At Lyrics

Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?

Motherfuckers hating how I'm dressing all black

Cause I'm blending in the woods when the knife's in my back like whoa

That's facts, motherfuckers hate how I'm built like that

Motherfucker get scared cause I got the whole pack

Got the dogs riding with me and there ain't no coming back like

Let 'em know let 'em know I'm never under control

I got the product of loads of letting it blow

To sending you home

Go check the catalog cause that alone could pass along the profit

To hold like

Got a stable root from walking roots

In my boots, never shook a man in a suit

Cause I'm never suited and booted

Soon enough you'll be in the loop I never lose

I got the country boy attire piled up to make a move

All these motherfuckers leeching on

Blood sucking my blade sharpened from cutting lawns

Spray the fleas, when I release they don't respawn

Everybody feel the repercussions of a new pawn

Make a mark with my territory, my inventory

Stocking up the feeling forever blowing

The wind of a bullet to your direction of never knowing

Of how you're sitting sideways in my lane you never growing

Wings make you fall off, that's a long haul waiting for my phone call

I'm never picking up the phone when I log y'all

Stihl chain wrapped around the neck of an underdog

That's me, motherfucker I got it like that

Cause I built this motherfucker from the bottom of the dirt

That's real, motherfucker, fuck a sixteen bars, I'm twenty-four, motherfucker, like

Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?

Motherfuckers hating how I'm dressing all black

Cause I'm blending in the woods when the knife's in my back like whoa

That's facts, motherfuckers hate how I'm built like that

Motherfucker get scared cause I got the whole pack

Got the dogs riding with me and there ain't no coming back like

That's a rapping motherfucker the one that's never undercover

No ceiling above him, no partying or clubbing

What we call a family to function

Like a down south living whole attire is coming like

Got the blue collar popped, walking like a boss Chevrolet never stops

Riding on the beat, camouflage my shocks

Got the jaws on the ground every time that I drop, like, whoa

Where they at? Where they at?

Motherfuckers never learning, they assuming I got a permit

I'm permanent to never lose a turn when I'm swerving into the woods

Bitch, I've been applying pressure into you like a tourniquet

Not the one to be messing with

Never speaking with etiquette

On a level to never quit

I'm the reason there's evidence

Never sensing your relevance, underdog in your residence

Underground I'm fencing your residence, like

Roots run deep, been in waist deep like a G from my jeans

Not a top shelf when you stand on both feet

Cause I'm digging out the hole shelfing the concrete like

Where you at, motherfucker? I got it like that

Cause I built this motherfucker from the bottom of the dirt

That's real, motherfucker, fuck a 16 bars, I'm 24, motherfucker, like

Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?

Motherfuckers hating how I'm dressing all black

Cause I'm blending in the woods when the knife's in my back like whoa

That's facts, motherfuckers hate how I'm built like that

Motherfucker get scared cause I got the whole pack

Got the dogs riding with me and there ain't no coming back like

Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?

Motherfuckers hating how I'm dressing all black

Cause I'm blending in the woods when the knife's in my back like whoa

That's facts, motherfuckers hate how I'm built like that

Motherfucker get scared cause I got the whole pack

Got the dogs riding with me and there ain't no coming back like