Lyrics Where They Hiding - 30

Where They Hiding

LA Beats
Fake little driller
Free my fucking niggas
Gang
LA Beats
Like, where’d they go?
(Where they?)
Where they all hidin'?
(Where they at?)
Jump in the hoopty
Make DeeDee drive it (Drive that)
I heard there was opps on the block, so come, let’s go find them
I heard there was opps on the block, so come, let’s go find them (Get them down)
It’s like free Bucky B
I know he’s holdin' shit down in ISIS (My fuckin' nigga)
Like this time last year Belmarsh, I was bakin' off with the lifers
Right now I’m kind of pissed off
I ain’t really tryna breach my license (Fuck it man)
And I been on the run for a year now
It’s long, I keep dashin' from the sirens (Skrr)
B Side’s where the G’s at
That’s the home of the convicts (Gang, gang)
Like come take a trip 'round my block
Nigga if you think that you’re on shit (Gang, gang)
Like, they don’t want smoke
Nah, theey don’t want conflict (No way)
Them boy there some actors
And them boy there ain’t on piss
Like, where’d they go?
(Where they?)
Where they all hidin'?
(Where they at?)
Jump in the hoopty
Make DeeDee drive it (Drive that)
I heard there was opps on the block, so come, let’s go find them
I heard there was opps on the block, so come, let’s go find them (Get them down)
On shit from a yute man
Ask anyone, I’ve been bad from a pitney (Ask about)
Like, man are still duckin' and divin' the pigs
'Cah they’re still tryna nick me (Ah, fuck off man)
This nigga say he’s on me, what?
He’s on me?
Then I told him come hit me (I'm out here)
Dip-dip through man’s back
Let my rambo puncture man’s kidney (Dip, dip, dip)
The opps dem talk too much
They do a whole load of tweakin'
Like catch a man lackin' on the B’s
Gonna hold a lot more than a beatin' (Ay, cheff him up)
Little D, KK and Arzi will stab man up for no reason
That’s bare skududu in the ding-dong
Wheel spin, the tyres all screeching (Skrrt, skrrt)
Couple man banned from the ends
And them boy there can’t come back (No way)
Them boys they some pussies
Them man there watched me get stabbed in my back (Neeks)
And it don’t make sense
'Cah now dem man wan' talk bad on tracks (Lowe it man)
But I licked a stain with then man
Den I stain 'em for ten bags cash
Upsuh the kitties know me
I’m the one they get their gear from
Talk about twenty-five shots in a MAC
But you’ve never been near one
Pull up on your block with the dots
Live corn, I ain’t lettin' off air guns
The 12-gauge sound like thunder
The ting nearly burst up my ear drums
Like, where’d they go?
(Where they?)
Where they all hidin'?
(Where they at?)
Jump in the hoopty
Make DeeDee drive it (Drive that)
I heard there was opps on the block, so come, let’s go find them
I heard there was opps on the block, so come, let’s go find them (Get them down)
My shorty lined up them shotters
Made 'em think she’s a toppers (Badders)
Drop top, she gives sloppers
And she gives man a green light on them oppers (Green light)
Now he talkin' how he wanna bun me
Then get your bands up you little dumb neek
When I’m out of town, yeah, that’s country
With three hundred shots in my bum cheeks (Fuck)
Me and myself in the trap (Bando)
Slang that work, reload on the pack
Fiends bust fuse 'cah I’m known and I’m black
Hella footwork, that’s your bones for the cats (Cats)
Mash couple months, go home in a cab
Then I jump in the shower and I throw down a stack (Racks)
Fling on my trackie, roll back to the trap
Then I send out the text, let them know that I’m back (Back)
Graveyard shifts in the trap
Made the runner talk burst all the kitties (Go buss dat)
The other day I had to smack Tiggy
She was runnin' up her mouth, gettin' lippy (Shut the fuck up)
My nigga just came with the reload
Cut up the 'caine with a flicky (Chop it up)
Untie the bag with the buj
All the dust got me feelin' kinda dizzy
Like, where’d they go?
(Where they?)
Where they all hidin'?
(Where they at?)
Jump in the hoopty
Make DeeDee drive it (Drive that)
I heard there was opps on the block, so come, let’s go find them
I heard there was opps on the block, so come, let’s go find them (Get them down)
LA Beats