WHERE AT Lyrics

Aye

Ugh, what is life worth

Kicking down doors how I'm in this bitch, ah yuh

Full of straight rage

Taking your place cause this ain't a game, ah yuh

Studs in my belt, Calvin fucking klein holding my shit up, aw yuh

Not giving a fuck, I do it all for myself cause I can't trust

Apart of me is fire like the filter I smoke fuck the road code

Driving drunk tickets from the po-po

Haven't got my license, time is money and I got none

Got done for weed in trunk, he let us off Cheech and Chong spilt the bong (fuck)

Automatically pissed from the shots that we hooked back

Worried he gon turn to the rifle stead of book pad

Shook mask, took a better look, better think fast, oh damn

Okey little motherfucker where you at

Ima hunt you down for the last time where at? (where at?) (yuh)

No response we gon hide like our side kicks name was Bonnie

We take a left take a right like we off the molly

Nine tales with the homies skrrt in the morry

Bitch I'm a beast and I reach for the lighter on me

Shout out to Kendrick in my DNA

Ripped out my skull don't I think I won't act upon it to you

Trunk be bumping music popped the bonnet with the crew (yuh)

Let me boast for a minute and say that I'm a king

All through strategies the game of chess like this my next fucking move

Scary motherfucker that will sock your mouth no doubt

That I'm coming with hits and I aint talking licks

Got a boss ass bitch riding now

And she gon take this dick till she crying out

With the fat ass, rolling spliffs, higher sound

Yeah she hot as shit like me rhyming foul

Need a thick chick, quick pic, If she gonna switch switch

Then I wrist flick the dime, no thots upon my timeline

These bitches get attached too fast, like the stitches in my plans

Who dat, don't want none of that (none of that)

Scull a 12 then dip to another house again

New friends but there's fakes in the face like I've been facing all this shit

A heart breaker nah, damaged like joker

Fuck a face tat she wanna blow my mind but we up in the bed (aye)

She says I think with my dick to much but she giving me head

I think I'm dropping the ball cause they be getting all mad like

Okey little motherfucker where you at

Ima hunt you down for the last time where at? (where at?)

I'm a sickle to your bare skin

Rip your body apart to say that you ain't feeling him

You taking shots in the dark, well the bourbon is your best friend

But I'm taking more like the bullets when going ballistic

I've written out your note since you can barely write a sick sentence but no one cares

Ugh, what is life worth

Kicking down doors how I'm in this bitch, ah yuh

Full of straight rage

Taking your place cause it ain't a game, ah yuh

Studs in my belt, Calvin fucking klein holding my shit up, aw yuh

Not giving a fuck, I do it all for myself cause I can't trust