Lyrics Where Are You Now - DTB Chris

Let me talk to y'all real quick

Like

Shit no Joke

Niggas going through it

You head

Gang, gang, gang

Lately I've been all in my thoughts
Throw them shots and we not gonna toss
We see a opp he get dropped to the floor
Step in Christian I step in dior
Down in my feelings now pour me some more
Out the dirt we was down and was poor
Play that my body get sent to the lord
In the clothes that I couldn't afford like

Out the mud and I shoot like I'm pippen
Listen shoot from the west like he smitten
And she feening she want me to hit it
Crack that baby go send through cashapp
She a baddie like I wanna have that
Scratch that love don't live here I forgot that
Got my feelings hurt that's a big throwback
Throw shots best believe nigga I throw back
Packed up cuz he was involved
Started in 2019 I evolved
8 hunnid boomin you know the call
Yea I'm DTB Chris like woah
I remember trapping in those halls
Used to sleep now I cash out at the mall
Bressh was short now shit looking tall
Dribbling money Ik how to ball
Like niggas not fucking with me
Slept on the floor now on the bed
Now they fw me cuz I got bread
Bring out that pop pop and I hit em with led
Yea niggas is pussy yes
You talking on the next man
Slide through your block I'm walking with a tan

Lately I've been all in my thoughts
Throw them shots and we not gonna toss
We see a opp he get dropped to the floor
Step in Christian I step in dior
Down in my feelings now pour me some more
Out the dirt we was down and was poor
Play that my body get sent to the lord
In the clothes that I couldn't afford like

Lately I've been all in my thoughts
Throw them shots and we not gonna toss
We see a opp he get dropped to the floor
Step in Christian I step in dior
Down in my feelings now pour me some more
Out the dirt we was down and was poor
Play that my body get sent to the lord
In the clothes that I couldn't afford like

Like I'm pouring my lean
I really went through the worst of the worst and
I prayed to god that it was all a dream
Lost no homies I don't wanna lose one
Like I'm really all my brothers keepers
Getting rich all up in the Beamer
I give out trailers nigga ain't no teasers
For opportunities I go and seek em
Lived too long turned to a villain
Talk too much that's why you're finished
They can't stand me so they're sitting
I get big racks simple physics
Having them deep talks with the reverend
Like is that funny nigga my bredren
Talk on the gang then you are the past tense
Winning it all making these bitches wet