where they at?

(ThatsNyce) Exactly, now play it (aye Stuzzy going crazy) Whole lotta cash sittin' in the 'Bach ('Bach) Got too high smokin' my pack (my pack) When I see lil' hoe, Imma hit it from the back Too high, bitch, I don't know where I'm at (don't know where I'm at) And I'm stuffing these bands, bitch, I'm getting fat And you talk about drops, where the f*ck they at? And you talk about bands, where the f*ck they at? And you talk about hoes, where the f*ck they at? And you talk about patience but really, you never movin' (bitch) If I gave you the job, you would never do it (bitch) When I got all my shit, I was gettin' to it Put the chrome up on his head, he gettin' booted (boom, boom) And I promise this shit ain't sweet Tossin' and turnin, switch up on the pillow, I can't sleep (f*ck) Under the sheets is my heat Put the mask up in public and they thought I was Yeat (ahh) And I'm thinkin to myself, like, how could it be? All these rappers chargin' just to hop on a beat I could never compare to these rappers, that ain't me Shittin' and bitchin' the industry right under me And no hoe, you can't talk to me Gotta whole lotta pounds, and they sittin' right up under me (yeah) And the shit that I be talkin, is the art of me And the day that I touch me a honeybun, I want apologies (Rrrr, yeah, yeah, ayy, bitch yeah) (Got a whole lotta shit up on my mind, f*ck it, ain't wastin' no time) (Got a whole lotta hoes right on my shit, bitch I'm finna smoke me a dime) (mm-mm-mm, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh) Run it back Whole lotta cash sittin' in the 'Bach ('Bach) Got too high smokin' my pack (my pack) When I see lil' hoe, Imma hit it from the back Too high, bitch, I don't know where I'm at (don't know where I'm at) And I'm stuffing these bands, bitch, I'm getting fat And you talk about drops, where the f*ck they at? And you talk about bands, where the f*ck they at? And you talk about hoes, where the f*ck they at? And you talk about patience but really, you never movin' (bitch) If I gave you the job, you would never do it (bitch) When I got all my shit, I was gettin' to it Put the chrome up on his head, he gettin' booted (boom, boom) And I promise this shit ain't sweet Tossin' and turnin, switch up on the pillow, I can't sleep (f*ck) Under the sheets is my heat Put the mask up in public and they thought I was Yeat (ahh) And I'm thinkin to myself, like, how could it be? All these rappers chargin' just to hop on a beat I could never compare to these rappers, that ain't me Shittin' and bitchin' the industry right under me And no hoe, you can't talk to me Gotta whole lotta pounds, and they sittin' right up under me (yeah) And the shit that I be talkin, is the art of me And the day that I touch me a honeybun, I want apologies