Where My Bitches At

Where my bitches at? Where the fuck my bitches at? [Verse 1] These chicks know who I be I got this rap broads scared to death of me I drink gallons of Yak, smoke pounds of the weed See, Duchess alone gone cost me a G If I need a hot track I'ma call Lay-Z Like what up Ma I'm coming thru And my mans is dimes they coming too So while I do my rhyme they doing you Yea I love my bitches they keep it gully Monday With all my ice on so they turn the lights on Left gun in my right palm like Myson Bad chicks, mad you ain't know I get my style on Witcha fucked up face looking like Dylon Mad makeup painted and piled on It'll prolly crack if you smile wrong Look Run up I'm a dime I'm a 9 when I'm natural But dont get it twisted bitch I'll still smack you Your friend wanna act up? She can get smacked too Ok wanna play then them things can cop It ain't a thing anyday I can pop your top And I just got started ain't about to stop Admitted the flow retarted See chicks want a dude with a tool with a nice clip Me I want a tool with a scope and a nice clip You know a N1 or a AR15 Equipped with shell catchers Plus extra bullets for all the haters I keep it street like Styles and flow like Jada If the squad was the Lox I guess Walk with me Like Pun said I ain't a rapper I dont rap Think I was pink the way scared to catch eye contact Bitch you ain't crazy You dont wanna get smacked Bum bitch lean back Lean back you don't want it What the fuck you can't be serious And I can't be touched bitch period I know you hearing it my name gotta heavy ring I got them screaming "damn Rem on everything" Thats word to everything You can catch me anyday anytime Any hood bitch every And that's gangsta I'll get my up north niggas That just came home to shank ya