Where Yo Man At?

Yo Kali Kakezz Yeah It's a push start and in the hood, it be the truck Won't stand down to no pussy, I'll stand down on a punk Get me up, this why I don't drink, I'm feeling hella drunk Look in my eyes boy, you feeling sized boy, then bitch jump All these bands, they stuck with me Pockets full, purse full Now I'm stuffing up my titties F*ck casamigos, I'm sticking to henny Ain't no getting down boy It's either you ain't or you with me Bitches stomach hurt soon as I step in the building Bitch, where your man at? At my front door Late nights creeping in talking about let's go slow Bitch, where your man at? I don't even know Bitch, where your man at? Walking out of studio Bitch, where your man at? Down my fucking throat Blowing up my phone, screaming he want my moe It ain't shit baby, just a rodeo I ride him good too just to let you know I smoke with my eyes closed Get fucked with my eyes closed When he hitting it from the back I have my eyes open though Head turnt, stare him in the eyes, that's a lacking pose Putting on a front Pussy nigga you know your ass broke, ass poor Boy this ain't enough, I need some fucking more Talking down bitch when she can't show me fifty Hoes watching me, better watch your nigga, he get trippy Dont push me, I'll go over the edge bitch I get busy Riding down something street, flying, don't see d-t Bro see a opp, squeeze that bitch until it's empty Stupid man, my mind gone, barely write these damn songs Fucking with a nigga, left him ghost now his mind blown Y'all be riding with niggas with the check I'm riding with my own Hoes be really pressed, some little wets Back then we called them shones Are you behind the fake page? Bitch get the f*ck on Can I get a lil taste? Nah nigga leave me lone Bitch, where your man at? At my front door Late nights creeping in talking about let's go slow Bitch, where your man at? I don't even know Bitch, where your man at? Walking out of studio Bitch, where your man at? Down my fucking throat Blowing up my phone, screaming he want my moe It ain't shit baby, just a rodeo I ride him good too just to let you know Had to slow it down Heard she looking for me I'm too raw to f*ck with some garbage bitches that's really bummy I'm too real to be round bitches always acting funny Deep down hate a bitch You hoes need to chase some money, get some money It won't get up you playing, it's giving dummy Every time I get mad I go and spend some hundreds Oh you big mad, little mad I don't give a f*ck honey Getting to this bag, no need to brag Bitch you see the money Bitch, where your man at? At my front door Late nights creeping in talking about let's go slow Bitch, where your man at? I don't even know Bitch, where your man at? Walking out of studio Bitch, where your man at? Down my fucking throat Blowing up my phone, screaming he want my moe It ain't shit baby, just a rodeo I ride him good too just to let you know