Lyrics Where It Go?? (Bonus) - Vonne2x

You can see the pain in my eyes, tryna find myself again

I done built myself from the ground up, I'm a changed man
From all the shootouts back then, you could tell I was trained to win
I never trained myself to be just like another man
But fuck it lets rock, I got a bad bitch and she's just drinkin' Ciroc

We done let off shots, I let off too many, they done call the cops
Pour me up and shot, tryna get fucked up, tryna see her squat
Like bow bow, what the fuck, they done let off all the
Yeah, huh, I'm tryna get a triple double,

Call me Westbrook, in his Prime, I'm tryna fuck on, ya goddamn sister
I bet not catch, yo bitch lookin' at me to party, I bet she gon' end up tooken
I cook dope like I'm baking cookies, have the fiends addicted like it's Santa lookin
I feel like Jimmy Hendrix, got rock on beats just like I was paid for bookings

I ain't stickin' my dick inside no bitch unless she gon' pay me just to fuck it
What's in my cup, that's rubba-tussin', double cup, that's hella muddy
If we gon' fuck, I need yo' buddies, don't do relations with the momma's love me
Lets gon' head clap it up for Dummy Of The Year, he had tried to shoot me

Diss all my opps, like I'm smokin' Tooka, I'm a dangerous nigga, so I tote a Rooga
Yeah, bitch so goddamn bad, she in the club, she smokin' on that hookah
Yeah, diss my gang, we come and do ya, I don't miss my shots, they goin' through ya
Now come on, baby, yeah, yeah, come on, baby

Bend it over, show em' you crazy, show the freak yo' momma made me
And it's still free Semi, Up out that cell, let him out, he'll step for real
Step outside, I'm trained to kill, that deuce-deuce just tryna burn for real
Yeah, I'm opp hunting, creep up on that block, they stuntin

These bullets rip through their lil' stomach, yeah, hands down, and it have him runnin
Yeah, where my opps go, where the hoes go, where the poles go
Where the dope go, where it go
Come on, where it go, where it go