U Know Where to Find Us - Ballout, Calboy

Put the pressure on 'em

Hey

Twenties on me, know I’m high

8−0-Apes

Ayy, gang, ayy

Better keep your pipe when you ride

'Cause them killers, they on point, and they gon' slide

Finna roll me up some dope, it get me higher

I know you ain’t gettin' no money, boy, you a liar

I might let this gun take your life

I got this blicker on me, boy, don’t try us

Just your friendly neighborhood killers, oh, don’t mind us

Lil' nigga said he want smoke, well you know where to find us

SR-40's, .223's, carbon fiber (.223)

Forgiatos on them lil' bro tires (Skrrt, skrrt)

I don’t say too much 'cause niggas wired (What?)

If I want to fuck her then I fly her (Fly her)

I walk in the store cashin', I’m the buyer (I'm the buyer, bitch)

I’m the biggest dealer, supplier (You a plier, bitch)

.223 kickback got a lot of fire (Lot of fire, bitch)

My whole car wrapped in carbon fiber (Skrrt)

I’m smokin' out the pound, I need a lighter

This Bentley can’t but get me a little higher

Shawty say she got the mouth, I should try her (Top)

Addicted taken just l cause I’m a fly her

Better keep your pipe when you ride

'Cause them killers, they on point, and they gon' slide

Finna roll me up some dope, it get me higher

I know you ain’t gettin' no money, boy, you a liar

I might let this gun take your life

I got this blicker on me, boy, don’t try us

Just your friendly neighborhood killers, oh, don’t mind us

Lil' nigga said he want smoke, well you know where to find us

Bitch, I’m with the gang, you know how I’m bomin'

Bitch, I come from nothin', turned that shit to somethin'

Aimin' at his brain, they say go, I bust it

It ain’t no discussion, don’t tolerate fuck shit

I’m steady rollin' up ganja

Sleep through the night, I’m thinkin' 'bout life, ayy

He wanna tweak with the squad

He playin' with his life, we takin' his life, yeah

He wanna talk like he hard

I told my lil' bro to tell him good night, ayy

I just might send him to God

'Cause I got this pipe, it put up a fight, yeah

Better keep your pipe when you ride

'Cause them killers, they on point, and they gon' slide

Finna roll me up some dope, it get me higher

I know you ain’t gettin' no money, boy, you a liar

I might let this gun take your life

I got this blicker on me, boy, don’t try us

Just your friendly neighborhood killers, oh, don’t mind us

Lil' nigga said he want smoke, well you know where to find us