Where? Lyrics

When you got opps you could never be lackin

He was talkin till we made him a caption

He was talkin and I knew he was actin

.30’s Berettas my finger be tappin

Where was you when I started in reading

Wasn’t there and you say I’m forgetting?

This shit clear lemme tell you the setting

Got me suspended and still you ain’t ready

Yo momma was rich and still you ain't help

I aint gonna give it, go get it yourself

when I was broke you ain't even acknowledge me

.40 gon pop if you start the apologies

Go to the and get me a blunt

Talk to brodie "yo its time to roll up"

He was talkin real fast so i give him a puff

(Yo that wrap is tough)

Its mango tango imma keep it a buck

Brodie be buggin we tell him to chill

Don't ease off that trigger he shooting to kill

This shit aint fake, no, this shit not a thrill

He was talkin now he up in the sky, me and brodie get high, then we put on the seal

My pistol gon blow cuz you know that i keep it

He is a pussy he keepin my secrets

He know who i am and he know im a demon

Cuz he knowin better i know he'll keep it

Im pipin it down, but he is a pussy i know that he's seen it i know that he's seen it i know that he's seen it

Uh no i aint squeemish

My hits make him squeemish if he up and leave it

When you got opps you could never be what?

.30 gon pop and its hitting his guts

If i see an opp he gettin wrapped in blood

If i see an opp he get wrapped in a blunt

.30 gon pop and im killing his son

But i aint done

Im a demon i kill him for 1

For 2 yea i kill him for fun

With my .30 its-its up at his tongue

If he squashin the beef im imma leave it

He was talking tough, he dead where i leave him

I'm a demon my block know I lead it

E.O.S, my pistol repeat it

E.O.S, my opps know, they seen it

E.O.S, they know that I keep it

E.O.S, they know I'm a demon

But i really see shit, demons

Bitches be scared when i pull out a .36

No im not crazy, just keep it or bleed shit

And you dont wanna bleed shit trust me

Dont run a test or this shit could get ugly

We rip up your neck no intestine no tummy

And i got 5 shooters you aint getting lucky

When you got opps you could never be lackin

He was talkin till we made him a caption

He was talkin and I knew he was actin

.30’s Berettas my finger be tappin

Where was you when I started in reading

Wasn’t there and you say I’m forgetting?

This shit clear lemme tell you the setting

Got me suspended and still you ain’t ready

Yo momma was rich and still you ain't help

I aint gonna give it, go get it yourself

when I was broke you ain't even acknowledge me

.40 gon pop if you start the apologies

Go to the and get me a blunt

Talk to brodie "yo its time to roll up"

He was talkin real fast so i give him a puff

(Yo that wrap is tough)

Its mango tango imma keep it a buck

Brodie be buggin we tell him to chill

Don't ease off that trigger he shooting to kill

This shit aint fake, no, this shit not a thrill

He was talkin now he up in the sky, me and brodie get high, then we put on the seal