Blac Youngsta – Where They Do That Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Where They Do That – Blac Youngsta

Where they shoot at
Who they shoot at
Where they do dat
Where my tool at
F**k with me get shot like who dat
Body for a body where I’m from young
N**gas they do dat
They didn’t shoot at me
So who the f**k they shoot at

I’m in competition with the opposition, till they dead
I don’t fall asleep on p**sy n**gas, pistol by the bed
My lil n**ga retarted, he give no f**ks, he’ll shoot you in da head
My lil b**ch so tough, she hold her In for me she said

F**k I didn’t been the same
Since them crackers beat me in my head
Free Killa Keith
Free blood gang
Free my cousin, he still in the feds
P**sy shot me in my leg, should of shot me in my head
He aint gonna make it on Rush Hour 3
I aint stopping till that n**ga dead

I know where my ops stay
Imma pull down, shoot them n**gas board day on parkway
S.O.U.T.H, yea, Parkway
Don’t play now they get your s**t straight
When I catch my opposition lacking, you know he gon die
I can’t let no drugs take me out, I can’t go out like fly
Multimillion-dollar n**ga and my pistol to the sky
I put hundred Gs on your head, young n**ga, he gon fire
Fire, Fire, fire, Headshot
When money on your head, young n**ga hit you with that red dot
When you running from the Fed, they gon look for you on every block
Million dollars on your chop, that’s a dead block

Where they shoot at
Who they shoot at
Where they do dat
Where my tool at
F**k with me get shot like who dat
Body for a body where I’m from young
N**gas they do dat
They didn’t shoot at me
So who the f**k they shoot at

I’m in competition with the opposition, till they dead
I don’t fall asleep on p**sy n**gas, pistol by the bed
My lil n**ga retarted, he give no f**ks, he’ll shoot you in da head
My lil b**ch so tough, she hold her In for me she said

F**k I didn’t been the same
Since them crackers beat me in my head
Free Killa Keith
Free blood gang
Free my cousin, he still in the feds
P**sy shot me in my leg, should of shot me in my head
He aint gonna make it on Rush Hour 3
I aint stopping till that n**ga dead

I’m on that devil s**t, yeah
I’m on that stepper s**t, yeah
Big stepper, I’ll pull down shoot you in your s**t while you trying to
Tow Red, code Red, so bloody, my po red,
Code red, code red and my glock stay loaded
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Im not from your city but I pull up like I run your land
Memphis, we shoot s**t up
We don’t give up till we gun that man
Ah, ah, ah, ah
I don’t think they understand
I can’t do this show if I can’t bring my drink up in dat b**ch
I don’t do security, take them shooters every show I hit
Ah, ah, ah, ah
F**k with me I’ll get you hit
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Put one in your s**t

Where they shoot at
Who they shoot at
Where they do dat
Where my tool at
F**k with me get shot like who dat
Body for a body where I’m from young
N**gas they do dat
They didn’t shoot at me
So who the f**k they shoot at

I’m in competition with the opposition, till they dead
I don’t fall asleep on p**sy n**gas, pistol by the bed
My lil n**ga retarted, he give no f**ks, he’ll shoot you in da head
My lil b**ch so tough, she hold her In for me she said

F**k I didn’t been the same
Since them crackers beat me in my head
Free Killa Keith
Free blood gang
Free my cousin, he still in the feds
P**sy shot me in my leg, should of shot me in my head
He aint gonna make it on Rush Hour 3
I aint stopping till that n**ga dead…

➤ Written by Blac Youngsta
Album: F*ck Everybody 3
Produced by Tahj Money & Hitman Audio
Blac Youngsta | 2020

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