TheBeatSmiths - Where The b**hes At lyrics

[Verse 1: Gizmo] Damn What you want me say? How I smash different girls on different days Though I try that I can't escape my father's ways Or I gang bang talk slang make the AK spray Not even Pack your bags y'all trippin I'm leaving Y'all want to hear bout the cash that I'm heaving On the weekend Never sleeping Peeling shots Mothers weeping But but who gives a f** n***as only want get turned up Bang it in the whip volume turn it up Trayvon's protest y'all wasn't turning up Yea, That's right We ain't using our rights We stuck in the left Till there ain't nothing left Still slaves in the west It's hard to digest Pour up another cup How I cope with the stress d**h and taxes in life is guaranteed And the same thought process Watch me pa** it to my seed Blame it on society Guess that's how it's meant to be Obama said he'd give me change But I need dollars Cop an impala Gimme them jays Why I wanna be a scholar Swing from fem to fem Like your friendly web crawler Lipstick on my collar White collar criminal Steal billions time do minimal While brothers doing 25 For cream just to stay alive We worth less the subliminal It seem so hopeless That's why I smoke this Lemme hear swag Not that consciousness bull Rocking fine linens made in Istanbul 5 course is the meals so my stomach stay full The wool on your eyes all to do is to pull down Yakity yack talking smack n***a step back I'm a Mac got the Mac in my back pack Don't you like that? Yea, I know you like that So just [Hook: Gizmo, Chop] Pour another cup Roll another blunt Where the b**hes at Come on my n***a don't front (x2) Where the b**hes at (x8) [Verse 2: Chop] Yo where the b**hes at? Not gon' lie That's exactly the point I'm at, at sometimes... Young male trapped, fighting with both sides Made that pact, I'm keepin my soul mine Named after Malcolm X, it's meant for me But even Malcolm X's was wylin in twenties So I might f** up, tell lies to get money Just another black guy disguised as silly puddy Mold myself to fit society standards Maybe one day I'll die for my canvas Paint my life with a tantrum Tryna rise but the fight's like cancer.. When I'm the right road, there's a plight that jams it... Makes me wanna get a nine and blam it, sell pies and vanish Cause this 9 to 5 job ain't designed to manage I'm supposed to just survive? and panic Cause, If they downsize, I'll be famished.. So I go with rap-sh**, but I lost most my pa**ion Do I rap bout the gats that I'm packin, how fast I get a pack-in OR maybe, how I'm grabbin a back-end Already gave my soul, and that there went cold If I turn up there they go, I can hear they tone And its sorta like... here we go I was Chop's biggest fan when he started.. Then he sold out, tryna be a better artist Why he tryna make dough, ain't that sh** garbage I mean he gotta pay bills, but damn he ain't starvin Got his old sh**, but I ain't bought it He supposed to cater to me, cause I play all it I don't care about that nonsense, there's sh** I must accomplish And it's all about me to be honest, and i might... [Hook] [Bridge: Gizmo] Get b**hes get b**hes get tonight (x3)