Artist: Dougie D f/ G-Wis, Shano, Tiffany Album: Grown Man Shit Song: Niggaz & Bitches Typed by: Lil Hustle [Hook - 4x] Where my niggaz at, let me see your fucking hands up (where my bitches at, let me see your fucking hands up) [Dougie D] Where my niggaz at, bitch I'm throwing up the Southside In a big body Denali, flipping and swanging it wide What you looking at hoe, what you looking at bitch Come on my side with that tripping, then you get your shit split Dougie D I'm off of the chain, and I'm staining they brain A guerilla that's raw and untamed, and I'm changing the game Pistol packing and opening gauge, with a aim in my range Motherfuckers they act like they strange, the game'll get slained Well look here whoadie, I'm a rider boy I could hot one up as fast, that's hotter than lava boy Me and my niggaz, click up and pile up a lot of boys Fucking with some bitches, they did this just rowdy boy Kicking up dust bitch, with this country kicking calico Dougie Deezy and Shano, it's simply it is you know To all of my niggaz, that's tossing up your 24's We real on this end, and we keep it live you feel my whoa you feel me whoa [Hook - 4x] [Shano] Where my bitches at, toss it up cause I'm repping my side All the way from BMT, down to the Southside of your town Jazzy and sophisticated they hate it, wanna try but they can't fade it Put that thang in your mouth, you taste it you like it you ate it Now what you know about them bitches, that's clocking up dollas I'm all grown up, and got no time for no girls and they problems You see that big body Impala, on them corners cutting Now where my bitches at, whoa y'all don't want nothing [Tiffany] You heard what she said, we bitches all about our bread Ain't never been scared, my bitches keep a level head You talking that shit, you bumping jumping fly on it My name is Tiffany, so lil' bitch I get down on it I'm fucking with niggaz, and bitches that be bout it bout it Like Dougie Deezy and that Shano, and weed endo got me Somebody better tell these hoes, how I work my jelly Now where my bitches at, y'all wasn't ready [Hook - 4x] [G-Wis] Where my niggaz where my bitches at, blowing on swishas Backwood feeling touches, this G-Wis and Dougie Don't touch me 'less you fuck me, matter fact don't even hug me I'm on this drank feeling sluggish, plus a nigga been hustling All day, running from the laws in broad day Look left look right, jump down the fire escape I'm safe at home, played another one for the team Another gun with a beam, make a mother wanna scream Good gracious hallelujah, when I put them hollows through ya Nightmare on Elm Street, a motherfucking Freddy Kruger Tight nigga, gasoline and light niggaz ask the lean in flight nigga And let me take a flight nigga, iight nigga What's the deal, tell me are you really real Cause I feel I'm really real, about really making a mill for real Can you feel a young nigga bout his scrill, popping pints by the seal Niggaz put your hands up, bitch [Hook - 4x]