Where they at?

Ay,ay Ay,ay Yo,yo Ay,bitch Hold up,Hold up Drop it down to the fourty You cant see me shorty I miss my rage bitch be on your page because i dont match with your age You have a nice body But you nobody Bitch you broke No money,you look like a hoe And thats funny Facts I get that racks My homie got that packs We drop them then we deal em Kill em Boy got shot I miss my homie lot Free my lil homie he got locked Cops can only suck my cock Cops can only suck my cock Ay,ay Ay,ay Where my boys at? Where my hoes at? Where my boys at? Where my hoes at? Where my boys at? Where my hoes at? Where my boys at? Ay,ay Where my boys at? Where my hoes at? Where my boys at? Where my hoes at? Where my boys at? Where my hoes at? Where they at? Where they at? Ay,ay Codeine in my backpack Weed in my stack Gun in my pocket I just lock it Hit my homie up He just hold a plug Thousand dollars in a bag My homie got stabbed Then we dropped that gang up in shots like a bang,bang I'm Trying to change a days But this money make me blaze New case Need to shot some mothefucker in face Spread his head all over place This lyrics drive insane in different ways But,but But But my crew ain't a same They just became a lame F*ck them because they snitchin my name Shot them like pro These hoes say more F*ck this,i have my four four