Where You At

Yeah, whoa
Yeah, yeah
Baby tell me where you, yeah
Whoa
Baby tell me where you, yeah
Yeah yeah

Baby tell me where you at
I'm tryna make a fuckin' track
I'm tryna get a fuckin' bag
So get up off my fuckin' back
Gotta go up, gotta move forward
No I can't go back
But when I get home, I'ma fuck you good
I'ma break up on your back
Baby tell me where you at
I'm tryna make a fuckin' check
I'm tryna get a fuckin' bag
So get up off my fuckin' back
Gotta go up, gotta move forward
No a nigga can't go back
But when I get home, I'ma fuck you good
I'ma break up on your back

Yeah, shawty where you at, I'm on your ass
I was waitin' on you to spark this gas
I let the hour pass, check my phone
You still ain't hit me back
I was gonna lay another track
I told Prozae fuck it, run me back
You know I don't like to waste my time
You know how I react
You already know that this a smash
If I get a home I'm pullin' tracks
All I ask is you have some class
I know you can do the math
I'm in the back of the back, I don't write raps
I told her I'm spittin' facts
Shawty you know what it was, don't be surprised
When I bring you to the trap
I'm on my way to the top, there's no lookin' back
Dancin' on me, thought a Glock in my lap
Nah, shawty know that I'm not regular
Competition in my cellular
Last call send your location
Time's racin'
Tryna pick you up in my new spaceship
So quit playin' (aye)

All my life roses been blue
Never been red
Yeah I'm droppin' all these fuckin' rhymes
That I had in my head
How many times I gotta wetta your ass
While smokin' this gas
Puff puff with a single one
With nobody to pass
How the fuck that bitch gonna go?
Where the fuck is you at?
Only thing I'm tryna do is smoke
And play with that cat
Baby girl why you think you here?
Cause that ass is fat
The last bitch I had over here
That bitch was wack
She wasn't shit while I made it hit
Let that beat break (whoa)
Drop the bass (baby tell me where you)
Make that that earthquake (yeah)
All my bitches wanna come around (baby tell me where you)
To that Whorephanage (yeah)
Yeah that's where I live (yeah yeah)
But don't bring your kids

Baby tell me where you at
I'm tryna make a fuckin' track
I'm tryna get a fuckin' bag
So get up off my fuckin' back
Gotta go up, gotta move forward
No I can't go back
But when I get home, I'ma fuck you good
I'ma break up on your back
Baby tell me where you at
I'm tryna make a fuckin' check
I'm tryna get a fuckin' bag
So get up off my fuckin' back
Gotta go up, gotta move forward
No a nigga can't go back
But when I get home, I'ma fuck you good
I'ma break up on your back

Hit my line, let me know what's the move
Let's catch a vibe sittin' under the moon
Lil ma a shoota' like she one of the goons
In the trenches with a couple of tools
It's sink or swim and we came with harpoons
On the come up, don't get left tryna snooze
She love to see me like I stay with good news
Been chasin' blues, stack 'em up to the roof
Tell me when you comin' through
Got some shit I've been needin' to do
All night I've been up in the booth
Talkin' to Mic like I'm speakin' to you
I got a bag that I'm out to pursue
Runnin' it up in the Lou
When you pull up, we can switch up the view
Take a flight and go run up a few

Where you at? I got shit to do
She droppin' her clothes when she walk in the room
She don't want love, just stickin' and movin'
Took me a tab and I'm feelin' groovy
She pulled the camera out, she want shoot a movie
I'm thumbin' through paper like it was loose leaf
Took his bitch, she too choosy
Do my dance, I ain't Uzi
Smack lil bruh, he talkin' loosely (yeah)
That's your bitch, she in my section
She don't even smoke but the weed she inhaling
Her nigga all on me, I call it collections
Just booked me a flight out LAX
She text me, sayin' you take me next
You can slide the way for me
But you ain't gon' slide the wave for free

I can't loose focus
I'm always movin' like twenty-four seven
Man, I'm stayin' open
I got a bad bitch, she wanna come fuck me
You know her ass water, that pussy be soakin'
I got the best of the tree, you can come ride with me
If you smokin' this shit, you be floating
I had to do my thing one time
Make it play with the pussy, it's just like kosher
Yeah, come my way, it's a motion
Understand how I'm on your motive (whoa)
I got bands that can travel the coast (yeah)
Bring your friend if you doing the most (yeah)
Wanna side ride now, let's go (oh)
Get the check right now, you know (yeah)
That booty be bouncin' (yeah yeah)
Count up a thousand, uh huh

Baby tell me where you at (where you at)
I'm tryna make a fuckin' track
I'm tryna get a fuckin' bag (yeah)
So get up off my fuckin' back (yeah yeah)
Gotta go up, gotta move forward (yeah)
No a nigga can't go back
But when I get home, I'ma fuck you good
I'ma break up on your back (yeah)

Baby tell me what you 'bout (what you 'bout)
I'ma show you what I'm on (on)
Can you make it to the finish line? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'll choke your throat 'til you moanin' (yeah)
I know you used to be a fan (yeah)
But we fucked, man you changin' the plan (what)
I can never ever be a real man (yeah)
I'm in love with my money, my bands
Yeah, yeah