Where You At (Remix) [feat. King Von]

(Neco 'bout to shoot y'all)

Y'know I'm sayin'? Ayy, ****

****, pull up, you know I'm sayin'?

**** gon' get hit with a bazooka ('kay)

Y'know I'm sayin'? I upgrade all of my shooters

GTA V, the gang on a mission

**** be swingin' and fightin' like bitches

**** get stitches, and he gotta get it

Lil Eric the killer, he tweekin', he trippin' (he trippin')

**** be shook when they thuggin' with me

I'm on his head, and he duckin' from me (he duckin' from me)

I guess I'm a sucker, she suckin' on me (she suckin' on me)

I'm from McDonald's, she lovin' on me

They fuck with that boy, and they know he a rat (he a hoe)

Bucks on that boy, then he gotta get whacked (he whacked)

Glock .26, ****, who finna lack?

Just met a new hoe, and she know where you at (she know where you at)

Walk in the party, they know I'm a shooter

These **** hoes, go work at Hooters

Clip full of hollows, spreadin' like rumors

Just sco'd on an opp, ****, no, I ain't hoopin' (ayy)

I don't know how to act, damn, who shot you? Cyraq?

Bustin' me, bullets fly back

He kiss her and eat her, I hit from the back

Can't try to delete 'em, I'ma bustin' MAC (boom-boom)

If we get to boxin', I'm shootin' yo' ass (I'm shootin' yo' ass)

Get in a shootout, I'm shootin' yo' ass

Wet y'all shit up, Jacuzzi yo' ass ('cuzzi yo' ass)

Just bought a suppressor, I'm mutin' yo' ass (c'me here)

Fuck all the opps, dead or not

We not finna fuck, give me head or not (give me sex or not)

Catch him in traffic, he dead or shot

Let's go catch a body, you scared or not?

If I go to Chicago, I'm fuckin' with BD's

We gon' shoot hollows, he gon' shoot BB's

Load up the Glocks, we spinnin' like CD's (Neco 'bout to shoot y'all)

He wanted some clout, so I put him on TV

Come try me, and see if this Glock blow

Reach for my chain, you gon' be on Fox, hoe (you gon' die)

Yo' body gon' jump like a jump rope

Call me Cyraq, I be fuckin' on opp hoes (I be fuckin' on opp)

We get to beefin', I'm whackin' yo' cousin

Just like a layup, ****, I'm clutchin' (ayy, ****, I'm clutchin')

Glock with a beam, got him dancin' like Usher

Hop out on yo' block, let him know he a buster (boom-boom, boom-boom)

Bitches bustin' again (uh-huh)

Me and yo' bitch back fuckin' again (uh-huh)

She peelin' you off, and she droppin' yo' lo' (yeah-yeah)

I don't even know why you be cuffin' that bitch (bitch)

This a Glock not a SIG, run up, hit his chest, hit his head (boom-boom)

When he fall then you pick off his man's (boom-boom)

When 12 die down, we gon' do it again (rrah-rrah-rrah)

Ayy, gang, where they at? I can't find 'em (uh-huh)

And I been lookin' hard, they hidin' (they hidin')

Man, they ain't outside, they lyin' (**** lyin')

He was just talkin' crazy, now look he cryin' (boom-boom-boom)

Outside it's crackin', that .30 on me (uh-huh)

I popped a med, now I can't go to sleep (yeah-yeah)

I'm in the crib, but I'm still in the streets (yeah)

Pockets on fats, my shit obese (yeah)

I'm smokin' Tooka, I mix it with Streetz

Bullets, they hard, knock out his teeth (boom-boom)

Blood on his shirt, he at my feet (yeah-yeah)

It's blood on my money, this shit wasn't free

I got a bitch, we don't go up on dates (uh-uh)

But she know her role, she stay in her place (rrah-rrah)

I be with Youngin, he pourin' an eight (uh-huh)

Bitch, I'm in my prime, I ain't talkin' 'bout steak (yeah-yeah)

GTA V, the gang on a mission

**** be swingin', and fightin' like bitches

**** get stitches and he got to get it

Lil Eric the killer, he tweekin', he trippin' (he trippin')

**** be shook when they thuggin' with me

I'm on his head, and he duckin' from me (he duckin' from me)

I guess I'm a sucker, she suckin' on me (she suckin' on me)

I'm from McDonald's, she lovin' on me

They fuck with that boy, and they know he a rat (he a hoe)

Bucks on that boy, then he gotta get whacked (he whacked)

Glock .26, ****, who finna lack?

Just met a new hoe, and she know where you at (she know where you at)

Walk in the party, they know I'm a shooter

These **** hoes, go work at Hooters (these hoes)

Clip full of hollows, spreadin' like rumors

Just sco'd on an opp, ****, no, I ain't hoopin' (ayy)

I don't know how to act