Lyrics WHERE AT - YDoubleR

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