Where They At

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