Where We At (feat. Keko)

When you get to the money, bitch bring me the money Gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang How you wanna beef with Quan, never catch a hat Momma said I live too fast, I be running up the bag How you wanna beef with Quan, never catch a hat Momma said I live too fast, I be running up the bag How you wanna beef with Quan, never catch a hat Momma said I live too fast, I be running up the bag Momma said I live too fast, I be running up the bag I be running up that bag, nigga Momma said I live too fast, aye you talkin' crazy You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at (beefing on the 'net) You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at (dissing on my guys) You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at (I promise you gon die) You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at If you ain't want no beef, you better stay yo bitch ass back If you don't want no smoke you better go get you some cash And I can't make a song with dude cause I know he's a rat AR-15 hit his back, it might do that Nola clap Better send that god damn lo cause we be putting shit on the map Aye stop calling me when I'm trying to do a hit, I might call you back Call my bro PGF Mat, he up the chopper, go brrrat I ain't talking about MJ, when I catch you out, I'm doing you bad If you don't f*ck around and play dirty, we gon' throw you lunch and trash Them niggas still ain't shooting at me, I'm shooting back 223s with extra mags, life never coming back Me and SQEE came through the front, Tez and Tone came through the back Tryna be like NeNe Brooks, we gon' have to kill your ass Choppa down like French Montana, it look like you got some tats All my youngins got them Dracos, they gon' pop you like some tacs We gon' start shooting, if you're still alive, we slidin back I ain't talking about no tire, we finna leave that little boy flat, bitch You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at (beefing on the 'net) You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at (dissing on my guys) You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at (I promise you gon die) You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at If you ain't want no beef, you better stay yo bitch ass back You know where I'm at, yeah, I always keep a strap Yeah, these niggas diss so much until we had to do them bad I be chillin', I'm laid back, yeah, I always chase a bag Yeah, these niggas broke as hell, yeah, they ain't got no cash I'm the type to be in the front, you the type to be in the back When it's time to spin, you don't want no parts of that, and that's just facts Yeah, they claimin' that they real, but these niggas keep on rattin When you see these niggas in public, yeah, these niggas claimin' no static But I never really left, told myself to never quit Ballin' hard like Michael Jordan back in 1996 I'ma always be in the mix, y'all be steady talkin' shit Ain't the only nigga in my clique that rich, we all rich BBE, we is the biggest, yeah, we all up in your city A nigga turn a Air B&B to a strip club at any minute Moral to story, these niggas is bitches, pillow talkin' to these women If you yappin' out them out the mouth, we pull up any minute Talking crazy You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at (beefing on the 'net) You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at (dissing on my guys) You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at (I promise you gon die) You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at If you ain't want no beef, you better stay yo bitch ass back Drop your lo, we on the way Just in case I got this Drac They like, Quan, you got the juice Now I feel like Tupac today No pigeons, you gon' fly away Try me, you gon' die today Yeah, I need my goddamn money Like I'm screaming andale Hurry up, I need my guac today I'ma bring my fire this way If you wanna sneak this, we'll put him on the news, man, I can't wait You think I'm crazy I'm insane Ain't no tip, you gotta escape We gon' treat your block like the graffiti this Glock gotta spray I ain't talkin' phoenix, y'all niggas my son's Glock hit him up top, think he finna run I told that lil' boy like, where is you goin' Try BBE, then you're done Hell no, I ain't done Put Glock to your head, give me my funds If I get locked up, y'all gon' snitch on me Yeah, it's free thug We gettin' the cash, no giddy up Nah, we gon' f*ck this city up Choppa put him down, we better pick him up No IG, we gon' reel him up Y'all mad at me, y'all better give it up Aw, QuanDogg hurt your feelings, huh We ain't hangin' with no goofies If they playin', we gon' lit em up Tell em You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at (beefing on the 'net) You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at (dissing on my guys) You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at (I promise you gon die) You know where I'm at, you know where I'm at If you ain't want no beef, you better stay yo bitch ass back