Where Ya At (Freestyle)

(album: Welcome 2 Chiraq: Lud Foe Edition - 2016)

I just heard the feds watching me they on something
I just heard the club rocking like a homecoming
You ain't gotta' hold shit I tote my own llama
It's gon' be a hot winter and a cold summer
I just bumped your bitch and I gave her the wrong number
Got the boatload full of coke and marijuana
I got a .44 fill that bitch with all hollows
If you a ugly bitch get lost I only fuck with models
Where the fuck ya' ass was at when I ain't have a dollar
I heard she a thirsty hoe, I gave her some to swallow
Mac 11 on the seat, that's my baby mama'
I know she gon' gold me down if I got a problem
Body full of codeine and some grape juice
I was 'post to drink a deuce, I drunk the whole bottle
These rap niggas talk shit like they bullet proof
But when you catch them in the streets they don't do nada
Pull up on a old school in some new shoes
Pull up on the opps block with some new tools
Young nigga going in, call it curfew
Your just a swagger jacker, boy don't make me merk you
I will really, I will really really hurt you
What you need, I'm the plug, I'll serve you
I just eyeballed the work on knee scale
Double C's on all my hoes I dress them in Chanel
Where you was when I was hungry, I ain't have a meal
Didn't give a fuck, I die to live 'cause I was in the field
At the table counting money, bunch of thousands
But where the fuck ya' ass was at when I ain't have none
Nigga where the fuck was you when I was in the stu
Nigga where the fuck was you before I had the juice
Nigga where the fuck was you, man I didn't have a clue
Nigga where the fuck was you when we was bussing moves
Nigga where the fuck was you when I ain't have nun' to lose
At the table shaking dope the junkies call it food
In the club we buy the bar out, that's what we do
But naked bitches up in my house, we like 'em nude
I got paid for a feature, spent it on foreign shoes
A bunch of groupies, Jacuzzi cuchi, these bitches rude
Wilding out on the Audi 'cause I don't like the coop
Check the scales we was winning bitch we don't like to lose
Where ya' ass was at when I was trapping like a fool
Where ya' ass was at when hoes didn't show me graditude
Where ya' ass was at my mama' had to raise a soldier
Fuck where you was at when niggas tried to fuck me over
Where ya' ass was at when all these rappers turnt geechie
Where ya' ass was at when it was colder then a freeze
Where ya' ass was at when ain't nobody wanna feed me
Now they getting mad when they see me on the TV
Where ya' ass wa sat when we was shaking up that dope
Where ya' ass was at when I was sleeping in the cold
Where ya' ass was at when I was down bad, broke
Now you wanna hang 'cause you see I'm fidna' blow
Where ya' ass was at when I was sleeping on the floor
Where ya' ass was at when mama' said I gotta' go
I'm a get some dope and I'm a go and get some more dope
All these rappers pussy, rocking dresses they some hobo's
I'm whipping up a Bentley got my wrist in the bowl
I robbed a show and spent that shit with all of my bros'
I'm Boochie gang I rep that shit with all of my bros'
We gon' run a train, we swapping out with all of these hoes