Where the Hood At

I can't seem to find where the love at My heart torn apart, but where the blood at When I fall down on my back, I bet they love that It was fake so you can take your love back Nothing but rainy days like where the sun at I ain't cracked a smile so they think I'm a rugrat You can get stepped on like a doormat Put in work so many nights, I should've wore my hardhat People they be changing, yeah, people they be faking They stealing sauce like plankton, why the fuck do they be hating I don't got no more feelings, all my joy they been stealing, yeah I just want me a million, so I can stack these bands to the ceiling I'm a home these drugs live in me I just hope ya'll feeling me Kneel for me She took my heart, why would she steal from me I ride for my gang, but I ain't no gang member I don't know who to trust, my heart cold like december The more I think about you, the more I remember My brother's keeper, leading the pack like I'm simba Niggas switch sides like a gender Heart been broke several times I ain't no beginner My stack getting thicker, while yours getting thinner My future loading up, it might take a sec to render I lost my love when am I gone find it I almost gave up, but I kept on grinding Thinking about the past, these drugs got me rewinding Four niggas switched up in a month, I call that perfect timing Menace inside, he doing good at hiding Water on me like I went deep diving My team got executive status like Joe Biden Like a water park I'ma keep sliding I can't seem to find where the love at My heart torn apart, but where the blood at When I fall down on my back, I bet they love that It was fake so you can take your love back Nothing but rainy days like where the sun at I ain't cracked a smile so they think I'm a rugrat You can get stepped on like a doormat Put in work so many nights, I should've wore my hardhat I'm a home, these drugs live in me I just hope that ya'll feeling me A mami want me, yeah she kneel for me She took my heart, why would she steal from me I wish your love never injured me I'm steady popping I hope it's healing me My steppas love me, they gone kill for me Hope my loyalty not gone be the end for me

There's not a soul in here– Pull to your house and dump like a trash man All up in your grill, but I'm not a fan Merlyn, I do no hat trick, just show me where the cash at Then show me where the hash at Fuck that, show me where the cash at (There's not a soul in here–) I would rather be on acid, rather make investments They'll come out of that debt, we'll come out of those bed sheets I'm like the IRS, pull up to your address I was tryin' my best to seizure, but pull it like Keisha (There's not a soul in here–) Johnny Dang gon' ice my diamonds, up out that freezer I used to be broke, I don't got amnesia I used to deal with both, now it's black victims She know not to call collect if she go to prison (There's not a soul in here–) Move to your window and drizzle with that pitter-pat (Ba-dam!) G-P to S and figure where you niggas at (Show out) Where the cash at? Used to ask that Where the cash at? Used to ask that (There's not a soul in here–) Move to your window and drizzle with that pitter-pat (Ba-dam!) G-P to S and figure where you niggas at (Show out) Where the cash at? Used to ask that Where the cash at? Used to ask that At the night I bring them out, I was sleepin' upside-down Keep you up, I come around, they stay right up on my tip Send me a pic whenever you slip, hopin' this outflow my scales Full throttle whenever I blaze, fifty mil, put it under my wheel (There's not a soul in here–) Human, I see through your eyes until my CCC wide open to my skin They can see they run, they feel like they been kickin' DDR Bustin' out the bar, human out the tour They grip three types of the gas, miss the days I can't get back (There's not a soul in here–) Move to your window and drizzle with that pitter-pat (Ba-dam!) G-P to S and figure where you niggas at (Show out) Where the cash at? Used to ask that Where the cash at? Used to ask that (There's not a soul in here–) Move to your window and drizzle with that pitter-pat (Ba-dam!) G-P to S and figure where you niggas at (Show out) Where the cash at? Used to ask that Where the cash at? Used to ask that

Where my country girls at? (Mister Worldwide) Where they at, where they at? (Luke Bryan) Where my country girls at? (Trace Adkins) Where they at, where they at? (This a classic) Where my country girls at? (Let's go!) Got the mud off my boots I got the smell good on Got the truck shined up See yourself in the chrome Cranking that key, about to get goin' Callin' all my boys on the phone Where the country girls at? Where they gon' be? The ones that like to dance The ones that like to drink Every homegrown ten, downhome pretty Holla on back, hit me with your twenty Where they're swinging them jeans To a hillbilly track Put me smack dab in the middle of that Drop a pin on the map, get me there fast Where the country girls at? Where's my Alabama red? Where's my Tennessee wild? Talkin' Tallahassee legs, ha I need a Georgia peach smile New York City, California coast Somebody let a brother know Where the country girls at? Where they gon' be? The ones that like to dance The ones that like to drink Every homegrown ten, downhome pretty Holla on back, hit me with your twenty Where they're swinging them jeans To a hillbilly track Put me smack dab in the middle of that Drop a pin on the map, get me there fast Where the country girls at? Where they at? Let's go! (Hey, oh, hey, oh) Oh, where are you, baby? Yeah, I'm talkin' Parking lot, dive bar Keg party, old barn All I know is I wanna go (Hit 'em, Pitbull) I'm at the NASCAR epicenter Daytona 500 Grand marshal track house represent (hands sweaty) White cones at the stage, I'm in the suite Next to the greatest of all time, baby, MJ (twenty-three) Blake Shelton, Tim McGraw, show me love Trace Adkins, Pitbull, Luke Bryan, throw 'em up (throw 'em up) Now where my country girls at? With their Daisy, Daisy Dukes Cowboy boots and their cowboys hats, I said (yeah, yeah) Where my country girls at? With their Daisy, Daisy Dukes Cowboy boots and their cowboys hats Where the country girls at? Where they gon' be? The ones that like to dance Ones that like to drink Every homegrown ten, downhome pretty Holla on back, hit me with your twenty Where they're swingin' them jeans To a hillbilly track Put me smack dab in the middle of that Drop a pin on the map, get me there fast Where the country girls at? Yeah, drop a pin on the map, get me there fast Where the country girls at? Where my country girls at? (Hey, hey, hey, hey) (Where they at?) Oh, where the country girls at? (Where my country girls at?) Where the country girls at? (Hey, hey, hey, hey) Got a little brother low The ones that like to hunt The ones that like to fish The ones that like to shake it to a song like this Where the country girls at? (Hey, hey, hey, hey) (Where they at?)