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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Yavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yaven Mailden
Songwriter
Tavis Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tavis Moore
Recording Engineer
Tav
Producer
HennyTrack
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Aye, where your Glock at?
Where your stick at?
Where your bump stock?
Where your switch at?
****, where your ho at?
Huh, where your bitch at?
I can tell you she right here, coming off good neck
Where your today money?
****, where your roll at?
**** never even spread no hundreds
Man, these boys be on some broke shit
****, where your strap at?
****, where your pole went?
This **** told me he still got it, I heard he sold it
[Verse 1]
Aye, you the type of **** to fall off and post shit
Like I got this for sale instead of getting off bales
At Chevron, let off shells, aye, where your .556, ****?
What block you bent? Aye, where that 223?
I heard it chop through trees, aye, where that black eye went?
Aye, where that Tommy gun? I got a FN on my hip light as a honeybun
Aye, I got money hun, she like, "Where that money from?"
This shit off getting it done, ****, what block you from?
Shit, throw it up, aye bruh, where this Wocky from?
It's real? I'ma pour it up
Aye, is your money tall? ****, stand it up
Aye, where your choppa from? My shit from Canada
This blicky hold a calendar, bitch, I'm a manager
Riding with 300 inside this Chrysler, want you to challenge us
Stop putting rubber bands around them thousands, that's called manning up
I cannot lay down, baby, I'm tryna hold a Patek up
Aye, I'm tryna put a rabbit up, bitch, that's a Bugs Bunny
B, billionaire, do you get it? I'm tryna talk money
I'm tryna talk hundreds, talk fifties, I'm tryna talk twenties
I'm tryna stuff my pants to the point I can't even walk in 'em, dummy
[Chorus]
Aye, where your Glock at?
Where your stick at?
Where your bump stock?
Where your switch at?
****, where your ho at?
Huh, where your bitch at?
I can tell you she right here, coming off good neck
Where your today money?
****, where your roll at?
**** never even spread no hundreds
Man, these boys be on some broke shit
****, where your strap at?
****, where your pole went?
This **** told me he still got it, I heard he sold it
Written by: Tavis Moore, Yaven Mailden