Where we At
Yea we back outside
Bout to roll tonight
Might just take his wife
Put her in some number nine
I'm one of them kinds
Watch out for my guys
Hit you up & then they swipe
Ima pull up with the drip because my money right
& I don't trust many folks cus they be tellin lies
Do not hop up in this shit if you ain't bout that life
Dat boy tellin right
We know he tellin right
Yea I'm bout to pop my shit
Designer on my fit
I got water on my wrist
I will never slip
Got these chips just need my dip
Tied I'll never trip
Solo cup cant get no sip
All these racks I'm lookin rich
Real exotic bitch she love to ride the dick
And I'm suckin on her lips she say she proud of it
I got the chrome up on my hip with heat inside of it
And do no test me got a demon still inside of me
I be spendin cus the paper never stop
Ridin round the town
Ima pull up in a drop
You know where to find us we be posted in the spot
Let a nigga tweak wit me we takin off his top
Yea they know I stay on go
Always on on the road
Over protective of my soul
Wont ever see me fold
No matter if I'm right or wrong
My niggas wit me strong
& if I'm ever in a jam
I bet I make it home
Yea we back outside
Bout to roll tonight
Might just take his wife
Put her in some number nine
I'm one of them kinds
Watch out for my guys
Hit you up & then they swipe
Ima pull up with the drip because my money right
& I don't trust many folks cus they be tellin lies
Do not hop up in this shit if you ain't bout that life
Dat boy tellin right
We know he tellin right
Bout to roll tonight
Might just take his wife
Put her in some number nine
I'm one of them kinds
Watch out for my guys
Hit you up & then they swipe
Ima pull up with the drip because my money right
& I don't trust many folks cus they be tellin lies
Do not hop up in this shit if you ain't bout that life
Dat boy tellin right
We know he tellin right
Yea I'm bout to pop my shit
Designer on my fit
I got water on my wrist
I will never slip
Got these chips just need my dip
Tied I'll never trip
Solo cup cant get no sip
All these racks I'm lookin rich
Real exotic bitch she love to ride the dick
And I'm suckin on her lips she say she proud of it
I got the chrome up on my hip with heat inside of it
And do no test me got a demon still inside of me
I be spendin cus the paper never stop
Ridin round the town
Ima pull up in a drop
You know where to find us we be posted in the spot
Let a nigga tweak wit me we takin off his top
Yea they know I stay on go
Always on on the road
Over protective of my soul
Wont ever see me fold
No matter if I'm right or wrong
My niggas wit me strong
& if I'm ever in a jam
I bet I make it home
Yea we back outside
Bout to roll tonight
Might just take his wife
Put her in some number nine
I'm one of them kinds
Watch out for my guys
Hit you up & then they swipe
Ima pull up with the drip because my money right
& I don't trust many folks cus they be tellin lies
Do not hop up in this shit if you ain't bout that life
Dat boy tellin right
We know he tellin right
Credits
Writer(s): Robanique Johnson
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