Where I'm From (feat. BlocBoy JB and Polo G)
FreshDuzIt
Ah, ah, ah
We spin a wig, pull up with thirties and SIG's (Word)
Duct tape, kidnap a young nigga kids (Huh?)
Smokin' OG while you smokin' on mid (Gas)
Fuck 12, no we don't talk to the pigs (Fuck 'em)
Told that bitch I want head like a wig (She slurpin')
Where I'm from, we catch bodies and jig (Rrah)
Aim for the top like a lid (Huh?)
Got my whole trap jumping like Tig'
(That's on my mama)
20, ain't made it college, but that boy got bodies,
They charge him with third degree
We got a problem in Houston
I'm strapped with a rocket, that boy will not murder me
I'm fucking the doctor that serve the narcotics
See I'm on the lean and the Percocet
Money, I eat it and shit it and breathe it and sneeze it
Matter fact, just burped a check
In the 'yo with BlocBoy and I'm with the NBA gang
Spinning on they block, boy
With two K's, no NBA game, ayy
I do not fuck with no Nike or Jordan,
I go do my shows in a Polo tee
I told 'em Fendi, Louis, and the Gucci
But you know I fuck with lil' Polo G
Down on my dick, I remember them days
When the folks didn't even much notice me
I flew to South Memphis to walk through the mall
Now them folks like, can I take a photo, please?
I was just thinking like back then was now
Ain't no cap in my rap like the boy Backend Child
Like the spine in my back, no I'm not backing down
When Quando gon' drop? heard they keep askin' 'round
Hey, I was just stuck in the slums with a drum
And Glock-21, I ain't talkin' Savage
Pull up on my ex and I make her eat D
I know she hate that I'm far from average
We spin a wig, pull up with thirties and SIG's (Word)
Duct tape, kidnap a young nigga kids (Huh?)
Smoking OG while you smoking on mid (Gas)
Fuck 12, no we don't talk to the pigs (Fuck 'em)
Told that bitch I want head like a wig (She slurpin')
Where I'm from, we catch bodies and jig (Rrah)
Aim for the top like a lid (Huh?)
Got my whole trap jumping like Tig'
(That's on my mama)
And I might put a bag on your head
Call them killers up when we plot to a diss though
Lost some of my brothers so we want war forever
We ain't lettin' that shit go
Yeah, Lil High 'nem got me
Told me, stay out of the streets,
Just keep making them hits, bro
My shorties get violent
He gon' start torching shit when he hang out the window
And he ain't shit but 16
But he don't give a fuck
he just letting that bitch blow
Thirty shots from this Glock make a bitch
Nigga duck from this stick like he doing the limbo
Pop out with the drip, go cop me some Prada shoes
Snd my sweater say Kenzo
Before I had Crystal I was rotating hoes, stuffing cock in a nympho
Fuck her quick then I'm gone
I'm an important man
I can't give her the dick slow
VV's in this Rollie, lil' ho is fanned out
'Cause she like how my wrist glow
Lil' bitch said I'm the hottest
And I just laughed at her 'cause it ain't like I didn't know
And this shit wasn't easy, nigga
I had to fight in them streets like I'm Kimbo
We spin a wig, pull up with thirties and SIG's (Word)
Duct tape, kidnap a young nigga kids (Huh?)
Smoking OG while you smoking on mid (Gas)
Fuck 12, no we don't talk to the pigs (Fuck 'em)
Told that bitch I want head like a wig (She slurpin')
Where I'm from, we catch bodies and jig (Rrah)
Aim for the top like a lid (Huh?)
Got my whole trap jumping like Tig'
(That's on my mama)
I'm pullin' tracks like an engineer ('Neer)
Bitch, I'm in the hood, not no engine here (Word)
You face defeat like a pedicure ('Cure)
I'm getting green like it's lettuce here
She hug me and want me to marry her
What do I look like, bitch?
I'm not a teddy bear (Teddy bear)
These niggas, they say that they killers
But when it's wartime, they shooting up in the air, ayy
(That's on my mama)
Damn, can someone bring me the Backwood? (Gas)
They way your bitch twerking and bending it over
I just wanna see if that ass good (That ass)
I'm up in his building, that's Savannah
I'm Grape but I roll with the neighborhood (Crip)
I'm smoking loud pack, what is that?
This that shit that wake up the whole neighborhood
(Crip, crip, crip, crip, crip)
And if you think about robbin' me, bitch,
you know that shit is a no-no (Huh?)
All this ice on me, bitch, I'm a snowglobe (Word)
Throwing all of these bullets like Romo (Woah)
Kickin' doors, nigga, that is my motto
I don't give a fuck, man, I do this shit solo (Solo)
On the C, man, these niggas are so broke (So broke)
I'm a G but I'm rockin' with Polo (Yeah)
We spin a wig, pull up with thirties and SIG's (Word)
Duct tape, kidnap a young nigga kids (Huh?)
Smoking OG while you smoking on mid (Gas)
Fuck 12, no we don't talk to the pigs (Fuck 'em)
Told that bitch I want head like a wig (She slurpin')
Where I'm from, we catch bodies and jig (Rrah)
Aim for the top like a lid (Huh?)
Got my whole trap jumping like Tig'
(That's on my mama)
Ah, ah, ah
We spin a wig, pull up with thirties and SIG's (Word)
Duct tape, kidnap a young nigga kids (Huh?)
Smokin' OG while you smokin' on mid (Gas)
Fuck 12, no we don't talk to the pigs (Fuck 'em)
Told that bitch I want head like a wig (She slurpin')
Where I'm from, we catch bodies and jig (Rrah)
Aim for the top like a lid (Huh?)
Got my whole trap jumping like Tig'
(That's on my mama)
20, ain't made it college, but that boy got bodies,
They charge him with third degree
We got a problem in Houston
I'm strapped with a rocket, that boy will not murder me
I'm fucking the doctor that serve the narcotics
See I'm on the lean and the Percocet
Money, I eat it and shit it and breathe it and sneeze it
Matter fact, just burped a check
In the 'yo with BlocBoy and I'm with the NBA gang
Spinning on they block, boy
With two K's, no NBA game, ayy
I do not fuck with no Nike or Jordan,
I go do my shows in a Polo tee
I told 'em Fendi, Louis, and the Gucci
But you know I fuck with lil' Polo G
Down on my dick, I remember them days
When the folks didn't even much notice me
I flew to South Memphis to walk through the mall
Now them folks like, can I take a photo, please?
I was just thinking like back then was now
Ain't no cap in my rap like the boy Backend Child
Like the spine in my back, no I'm not backing down
When Quando gon' drop? heard they keep askin' 'round
Hey, I was just stuck in the slums with a drum
And Glock-21, I ain't talkin' Savage
Pull up on my ex and I make her eat D
I know she hate that I'm far from average
We spin a wig, pull up with thirties and SIG's (Word)
Duct tape, kidnap a young nigga kids (Huh?)
Smoking OG while you smoking on mid (Gas)
Fuck 12, no we don't talk to the pigs (Fuck 'em)
Told that bitch I want head like a wig (She slurpin')
Where I'm from, we catch bodies and jig (Rrah)
Aim for the top like a lid (Huh?)
Got my whole trap jumping like Tig'
(That's on my mama)
And I might put a bag on your head
Call them killers up when we plot to a diss though
Lost some of my brothers so we want war forever
We ain't lettin' that shit go
Yeah, Lil High 'nem got me
Told me, stay out of the streets,
Just keep making them hits, bro
My shorties get violent
He gon' start torching shit when he hang out the window
And he ain't shit but 16
But he don't give a fuck
he just letting that bitch blow
Thirty shots from this Glock make a bitch
Nigga duck from this stick like he doing the limbo
Pop out with the drip, go cop me some Prada shoes
Snd my sweater say Kenzo
Before I had Crystal I was rotating hoes, stuffing cock in a nympho
Fuck her quick then I'm gone
I'm an important man
I can't give her the dick slow
VV's in this Rollie, lil' ho is fanned out
'Cause she like how my wrist glow
Lil' bitch said I'm the hottest
And I just laughed at her 'cause it ain't like I didn't know
And this shit wasn't easy, nigga
I had to fight in them streets like I'm Kimbo
We spin a wig, pull up with thirties and SIG's (Word)
Duct tape, kidnap a young nigga kids (Huh?)
Smoking OG while you smoking on mid (Gas)
Fuck 12, no we don't talk to the pigs (Fuck 'em)
Told that bitch I want head like a wig (She slurpin')
Where I'm from, we catch bodies and jig (Rrah)
Aim for the top like a lid (Huh?)
Got my whole trap jumping like Tig'
(That's on my mama)
I'm pullin' tracks like an engineer ('Neer)
Bitch, I'm in the hood, not no engine here (Word)
You face defeat like a pedicure ('Cure)
I'm getting green like it's lettuce here
She hug me and want me to marry her
What do I look like, bitch?
I'm not a teddy bear (Teddy bear)
These niggas, they say that they killers
But when it's wartime, they shooting up in the air, ayy
(That's on my mama)
Damn, can someone bring me the Backwood? (Gas)
They way your bitch twerking and bending it over
I just wanna see if that ass good (That ass)
I'm up in his building, that's Savannah
I'm Grape but I roll with the neighborhood (Crip)
I'm smoking loud pack, what is that?
This that shit that wake up the whole neighborhood
(Crip, crip, crip, crip, crip)
And if you think about robbin' me, bitch,
you know that shit is a no-no (Huh?)
All this ice on me, bitch, I'm a snowglobe (Word)
Throwing all of these bullets like Romo (Woah)
Kickin' doors, nigga, that is my motto
I don't give a fuck, man, I do this shit solo (Solo)
On the C, man, these niggas are so broke (So broke)
I'm a G but I'm rockin' with Polo (Yeah)
We spin a wig, pull up with thirties and SIG's (Word)
Duct tape, kidnap a young nigga kids (Huh?)
Smoking OG while you smoking on mid (Gas)
Fuck 12, no we don't talk to the pigs (Fuck 'em)
Told that bitch I want head like a wig (She slurpin')
Where I'm from, we catch bodies and jig (Rrah)
Aim for the top like a lid (Huh?)
Got my whole trap jumping like Tig'
(That's on my mama)
Credits
Writer(s): Tyquian Bowman, James Baker, Darzell Triplett, Taurus Bartlett
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