Where Dat Shit At

By Freshito

On The Playlist Projectt

Released on February 28, 2019

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[Chorus]

Freshie where the weed at

Freshie where the lean at

Freshie where the xans at

Freshie where the bands at

Freshie where the licks at

Freshie where my bitch at

Y’all ain’t understand that

Bitch I am the man flat

Freshie where the weed at

Freshie where the lean at

Freshie where the licks at

Freshie where my bitch at

Freshie where the xans at

Freshie where the bands at

Y’all ain’t understand that

Bitch I am the man flat


[verse one]

First off

Fuck up out my phone with all that hot shit

If I do not know you ain’t no way that you could cop shit

I ain’t throwing deals if you ain’t got it you ain’t shopping

Unless I’m pulling up cuz I’m wit yo bitch getting top and

She ain’t close to stopping

Got her panties sopping

I call shortie lip gloss , she see xannies and she popping

Hollup

Bitch I think I wanna switch the flow up

Got more bread than doughnuts

Colder than DeRozan

You can catch me anywhere the weed is hella potent

Got some shit up in my trunk hope I don’t get pulled over

Running laps around these niggas something like Cordova

Filling these cups two by two got me feeling like Noah

Everywhere we go bitches geeking to say they know us

No matter where you go everybody asking “Who bro was?”

Swear to God I’m more raw than fucking without no Trojan

My phone go off I don’t read it niggas already knowing


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[verse two]

Bitch I am the man flat

You a pussy boy I hope you brought ya tampax

Pulling up on anything

You know I need my bread stat

If I ain’t even mobile imma Uber my ass there and back

Facts

Catch me posted up on all black

Leaning harder than a chair before you fall in class

It’s me plus a couple bitches , I don’t kiss and tell

But ain’t no way in heaven these hoes missing Hell

Remember being shorties and stealing up out of wishing wells

Wasn’t even sorry , heart empty just like the kitchen shelves

Momma did a lot but a lot we still had to do ourself

Who’d a ever thought I would sell pot off of my fucking cell

Pack all in the car the laws can’t find it ya boy hid it well

Couple times they caught me bonded right out then I called Miguel

Niggas got me fucked up , I can’t be up in nobody cell

I got shit to sell

Check my phone I got a new voicemail


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