Where IM Going

Sittin in the booth and it's hot as a bitch
Assault and battery, I just hit him with a brick
I don't really give a fuck about the consequences
Bitch, I'm ridin' with my bro just like Trump and Pence
I don't fuck with Trump, but I fourth to fifth
I don't fuck with Trump, but I dump the bitch

Put a blick to his mouth, that's that 45th
In the back fuckin' yawnin', ghost ridin the whip
Told la' fuck nigga, you put too much dip on your chip
Duc- ducked with a goose, bitch, you just got skipped
Stuck stackin' up bread, but you on your last chip

Stuck, stuck up in my head cloud nine with blimp
Stuck stuck up in my head when I'm fried off a zip
Me and Brody in the car, makin' plays in the whip
I just popped a fuckin' bar, now I'm higher than a bitch

I'm fuckin' lying, fuck them pills, I pop triss
Uh, what the fuck did I just say
Ran him down with a-
Nah, I ain't hit him with no K tho
Big ass booty in my face, feel like Play-Doh
Starvin', I ain't ate all day, I need that cake, hoe

Sitting face to face while shorty give me face tho
Threw her fifty strokes, don't know if she can take those
Hoppin on a PJ, I'm tryin' to go where Drake go
Bitch, take a trip out to Turks

Smokin' on that gas, cause I know them pills worse
Uh, might crash and just land in a hearse
Shorty flexin' bands, stuffin' bands in her purse
Uh, I don't know her mans, but I know he do her worse
Big ass meat, bitch, I hit her with a girth

Your shorty loves skeet, made her drink it, then she burped
In the crib every day with my niggas, straight lurk
I don't know where I'm going
Hunnid bands, bitch, you know I throw them
Bad bitch showin' ass, she show it
I'm just tryna fuckin' slide in

I'm just tryna fuckin' slide let her know
That a nigga tryna slide in
I just really wanna slide in
Ayy I would punchin' for the hook
But I don't even need no chorus
Ni- Nigga broke as hell in the crib, making porridge
In the fuckin' lamb when I push it, know I floor it

This bitch is so bad, when I see her, I adore it
In the 300, bitch, you know I floor it
Went to South Park, bitch, I talked to Al Gore
Uh, I ain't mad, fuck I'm gon' be mad for, uh
I'm the last one made em Draw four



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Writer(s): Jericho Wilson
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