Where I Go

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh

10 racks for the glass, and I'm tripping out
Where I go, where I go yeah I'm tripping now
Flying 1st class and I'm flying around the world
Where the fuck you sitting bitch
Yeah you're sitting your ass at home

Gucci, Chanel boy you kiss and tell
Where I'm from, riding with a gun
Yeah I'm strung, flipping off the sun
Bitches bad, glaze 'em honey bun

Lost in the sauce I think I got out
These bitches really horny when I'm brought out
Lost in the club I see the strobe lights
Yeah I'm blinded from the lights I think I got right
I don't go outside I don't like the sunlight
It burn my fucking skin it don't feel right
Riding 'round town yeah I got that
Drugs on demand yeah I want that

Got 2 kilos in my bricked house
Bitches want me cause I hit doubt
Riding 'round town and I hit town
Fuck it up and I hit now
I'ma hit now gonna make a list now
Tell you everything bad about you, got too
I don't give a fuck bitch I doubt you, got two
I can make you cry but I ain't bout too, fuck you

10 racks for the glass and I'm tripping out
Where I go, where I go yeah I'm tripping now
Flying 1st class and I'm flying around the world
Where the fuck you sitting bitch yeah you're sitting your ass at home

Gucci, Chanel boy you kiss and tell
Where I'm from, riding with a gun
Yeah I'm strung, flipping off the sun
Bitches bad, glaze 'em honey bun