Where I Go

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, uh, uh, uh Ten racks, for the glass and I'm trippin' now Where I go, where I go, yeah, I'm trippin' now Flyin' first class and I'm flyin' 'round the world What the fuck you sayin' bitch when you sit your ass at home? Gucci, Chanel, boy, you kiss and tell Where I'm from, ridin' with the gun Yeah, I'm strung, flippin' off the sun Bitches bad, glazing honey blunt Lost in the sauce, think I got out These bitches really horny when I'm brought up Lost in the club, I see the streetlights Yeah, I'm blinded from the last thing I got right I don't go outside, I don't like the sunlight It bite my fuckin' skin, it don't feel right Ridin' 'round town, yeah, I got that Drugs on demand, yeah, I want that Got two kilos in my brick tux Bitches want me 'cause I hit dope Runnin' round town in the hit top Fuck it up, and I hit now I'ma hit now, then I make a list now Tell you everything bad about you, got two I don't give a fuck, bitch, I doubt you, got two I can make you cry, but I ain't 'bout to, fuck you 10 racks, for the glass and I'm trippin' now Where I go, where I go, yeah, I'm trippin' now Flyin' first class and I'm flyin' 'round the world What the fuck you sayin' bitch when you sit your ass at home? Gucci, Chanel, boy, you kiss and tell Where I'm from, ridin' with the gun Yeah, I'm strung, flippin' off the sun Bitches bad, glazing honey blunt