Where Your Girl At

All damn night, I've been lit

Fuck around with that white light

I was on the corner, my shit be goddamn booming, boy

Back in New York, I feel like Patrick Ewing, boy

All up in the 80's, my shit is still gravy, yeah

Showed it to your lady, yeah, yeah, she became my lady

Hit her with a drop top when I hit that highway, boy

****'s now know my shit, cost like five ways boy

I got a ho outside, she gon' pull up right now

And she gon' make it all go down

All my shit be motherfucking best, ****

If you ain't know, it's coming from the West

We gon' kick this shit off in the South

I'ma turn it up and I'ma, aye, turn it out

Where your girl at, aye

Watch me turn it out, like, huh

Hey, all in her mouth

Huh, where your girl at?

Watch me turn her out, like huh

Aye, all off in her mouth

Like huh, all off in her mouth, in her mouth

Like huh, all off in her mouth, in her mouth

Huh, all off in her mouth, in her mouth

Like huh, aye, what you talk about?

Ugh, aye boy, what the fuck it do?

I spent at least thirty seven for that blue pills, all on that Xanax

Give a damn 'bout who got next

All damn night, I be fucking with that white

Sprinkles and Tony on my Delta flight

Fly to Tenness', gon' be by last night

Fuck around and meet a bitch at baggage claim

Where your bitch?

Watch me turn her out like, huh

Aye, all off in her mouth

Like ugh, where your bitch?

Watch me turn her out, huh

Like huh, all off in her mouth

Like huh, all off in her mouth, all off in her mouth

Ugh, all off in her mouth, all off in her mouth

Where your bitch?

Watch me turn her out

Where your bitch?

Watch me turn her out, huh