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
Fuck them because they snitchin my name
Shot them like pro
These hoes say more
Fuck this,i have my four four