Danny C - Where They At?

Heard a lot about your friends
Where they at though
I heard a lot about some bands
Where they at though
I heard your boys a little stan
On that D Low
I see you postin' to the gram
For that ego
Keep my mind sharp baby
They stay drowsy
Know how to get em mad
I keep em rowdy yea
You aint slick na na
So why you slidin'
Never get the upper hand
But keep on tryin' keep on tryin'
Yea yea

Yea I heard they dissin'
Now they going missin'
Got that cease and desist
I'd abort your mission
If these boys aint' fixed
They need to get to snippin'
Get to snippin'
Y'all got bags but they trash
You in mad disarray
Up at bat I make hits
I got more on the way
I'm pushin' horse power
I'm a stalliano
Got the sauce formula
I'm Italiano
Drop it down yea
Bust it down yea
If you a clown yea
Don't come around yea
You fifty fifty on it
Yea you half ass'ed
Boy you had your time
Now it's half past
Better lace up cause it's game time
Don't hesitate on that base line
I butcher dudes like they bovine
Cause they bitin' more than some canines
You on my court in my zone
Better talk nice in the right tone
Cause I'm comin' straight for them jaw bones
Rippin' skeletons from them tomb stones

Heard a lot about your friends
Where they at though
I heard a lot about some bands
Where they at though
I heard your boys a little stan
On that D Low
I see you postin' to the gram
For that ego
Keep my mind sharp baby
They stay drowsy
Know how to get em mad
I keep em rowdy yea
You aint slick na na
So why you slidin'
I stay curve ballin' on em
So batter up batter up

You a big talka
Little man syndrome
Trynna be a blocka
That's a small window
Yea I told you from the start
That y'all would be the victim
And I would be the victor
But y'all chose not to listen
So now when I start spittin'
It's just them bumps and them chills
Cause when I put out a verse
You know I'm aiming to kill
Who's on your front lines
Better hope they loyal
You know it's bout to strike
When the snake starts to coil
But my pace is too fast
It'll snatch a brain and make it whiplash
Every thing you speak sounds so trash
You bum dudes lookin' relapsed
You aint speak my dialect
All my info direct
They trynna come for me
I'mma just spill some tea
Aint about to fist
Ain't about your loose grip
It was me off the rip
And Prestige on that drip

Written by:
Daniel Carbone

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