Where I been ft. TP & LoadedFr Lyrics

I guess you wonder where I've been

Chillin' by my lonely nigga, I don't need friends

Stand ten toes, I'ma get the win

Remember sleepin' on the floor, tryna jump off the porch

Grind hard , tryna get a new ten

Been poppin' my shit since I was sixteen

Rocking Cartiers

See my future through the lens

I'm on a money run, yeah, I'm runnin' up bands

Anything you want, get it done, cause I can

Ten bad hoes turned up off a Xan

Keep this shit a band from the start to the end

Bein' doggy bitches like Jay keep a fin

Slime a nigga out, brought the snake out the can

Shot a nigga, I'ma be the first to try to spin

Guess you wonder where I've been

Really been stuck on my ways

You really been steppin' on blunt full of haze

Roll a .35, to the face

Bitch, I ain't no act, I be sippin' for days

I ain't got no time to waste

I'ma hustle forever, I just gotta get paid

I put the guap in the safe, got a lot of it it

I pop it right in your face

My lil' potna pop glocks in the city

We the hottest, but I move in silence they envy

I'm like Nuna, they gotta be kiddin

We slidin', we ridin' with nines and a fifties

My lil' new bitch, she got on givenchy

Keep it playa, I might as well go buy us a Fendi

You know all of my diamonds be hittin

They fightin' like Tyson, they bitin and hittin

Show me the play and you know that I'm with it

We throwin' bitches like alley opp

Did what you did, so I just can't be mad at you

Sending' up blitz, got my young niggas after you

Beat out the back, gotta hit it with gratitude

Break down the walls, had to fix up her attitude

Roll up a wood elevated, I changed up my altitude

These niggas be pussy, scary dude

Can't wait till we bury you

Fuck nigga playin', I knock off a hair or two

I'm runnin' the route, yeah, I feel like I'm Jerry Jeud

Get out the line, then I'm bound to embarrass you

Four of y'all, two of us, nigga, just tell the truth

Can't name a nigga out here, might be scared of you

See your lil' gun, but I know you ain't down to shoot

Say he gon' smoke it, I know that he totin , Boof

Young turnt nigga, I control the loop

Can't control the lust, tell my bitch, bring another boo

Real top dog, I could never be under you

Spiking yo block clapping shit like the thunder, dude