Where You At? (Wya)

How u wanna move in this bitch

40 on my waist countin blues in this bitch

Where you at?

Bro might shoot in this bitch

**** try me and get

Show you how we move in this bitch

40 on my hip count blues in this bitch

Where you at?

Betta play it cool in this bitch

**** in the cut tryna smoove on a bitch

Where you at?

Show you how we move in this bitch

40 on my hip count blues in this bitch

Where you at?

Betta play it cool in this bitch

**** in the cut tryna smoove on a bitch

Where you at?

Worried bout a bitch I done hit those

Bloody in the cut got rich off crystal

Where you at?

She ain't tryna fuck I dismiss hoes

Anywhere I go hand clutched on the pistol

Where you at?

**** want war he could get that

See me outside let it bust wellnt chit chat

Where you at?

I ain't tryna talk where yo bitch at

Better take her home cuz

U know I'm finna hit that

Bloody

Buddy in the cut off a perky

Thuggin

Let a **** try me in this bitch

Then I'm bussin

I ain't tryna talk to yo bitch

Bro I'm fuckin

I ain't tryna talk bitch

I ain't joe budden

Runnin to the money

Til my legs hurt fuck it

**** a get mugged in this bitch

If he muggin

Shorty gave the pussy up to easy

I'llnt trust it

Send the bitch home I don't want her

I'm disgusted

Shorty seen me pull in that foreign

Now she blushin

I'llnt know why bitch

Cuz u ain't finna touch it

12 tried to raid a **** crib

But i flushed it

If they woulda caught me

With them pounds I woulda upped it

Yall woulda seen a dead pigs body gushin

Be damned if I spend another day

In that bucket

100 off scams got a **** feeling lucky

I'm good with these hands

Like them **** doing puppets

Where you at?

All them **** with me strapped

I'llnt care bout a bitch

Ima hit it from the back

Send her back

Double cup mud

Mixed up with that thrax

If it's smoke

Man them **** know

I'll turn them into packs

That's on wax

If a bitch bad I put her

On the track

What's a track

I ain't talkin hair or

Talkin bout a rap

Run my trap

Now back to them laps

Birdie on my lap

I was broke

Now my pockets fat

Fatter then her ass

All this cash

I done put in bags

Prolly got em mad

**** brag

Bout the hoes they have

Not knowing I had her

And passed her To the bro

And sent her up the ladder

Like grab her

I'm good with these words ima pastor

**** chasin bitches out here trickin

Workin backwards

Thanks for yo donation

She gone give it to me after

Richer than my daddy

Lil **** ima bastard

For Sleepin on me

Ima turn them **** into Casper