Lyrics where you been? - M Huncho

(Quincy Tellem)

Yeah (ooh)
Yeah

And they wonder where I've been
Tryna rectify my sins, I got plenty of 'em
I can get the shooters down here without saying nothin'
Anytime they open cases, get a case closed
Fly these birds by myself, avoiding plane cloves
Don't tell me shit, I'm the baker, I just make dough
Snub-nosed in the side of the Lamborghini doors (oh, yeah)

They talkin' drills, probably fire drills
I'm talking killers, they get sentenced, they don't get appeals (free)
Anticipating my own journey, I'm still on the rise
Still hold the Glock from time to time just to get a feel
I don't want to shout no rappers 'cause they weird
I dare them to put money on my head, I'll wait
No refunds or exchanges in this shit, okay
29 thousand for a brick, today

Eight bags for the Cali, this ain't mini shit
Worked hard for this money, they didn't give me shit
Excuse me if I'm antisocial, I don't really rate you pricks
I just put a house on my wrist
Quarter-mill' to my mom, but she wants more time with her son
'Cause she see the badness in my eyes, ganja in my lungs
She's praying that God gives some guidance to her son
I'm still thuggin' with a mop, I'm linin' the fucking donks
Sold O's on the block

Never been shy
Racks in my pocket, don't do pocket knives
Wagyu with no tins, that's just how I live my life
Let them see the face with no mask, so they can realize
I was doing this from time, I don't really compromise
I made music, sold packs, had to dead all that the same time
Don't disrespect, this ain't the same grind
I got to work, I didn't sit around and waste time
Turn the bando to a studio, now it's a gold mine

And they wonder where I've been
Tryna rectify my sins, I got plenty of 'em
I can get the shooters down here without saying nothin'
Anytime they open cases, get a case closed
Fly these birds by myself, avoiding plane cloves
Don't tell me shit, I'm the baker, I just make dough
Snub-nosed in the side of the Lamborghini doors (ooh, yeah)