Where I B Lyrics

I want that bitch but she don't want me

I Just popped me a Xan and I'm finna go sleep

Shoutout my bros from the cliff and bros from the grove

Yeah you know that's where I be

Oh yeah I'm rich now gonna buy me a Jeep

Better watch where you step cause this Shit get real deep

I know that she smile when she look at me

Got a bitch in the city a bitch overseas

Got a bitch up in Paris a bitch up in Greece

And I'll still put a sweater on hunnid degrees

You can't fuck with me yeah bitch I'm too clean

We spreading them shots and we leaving the scene

And my bitch antisocial my bitch is too mean

I know that she love me cause she nice to me

We was supposed to be homies what happened to Three

It was me you and bro now it's just you and me

I was smashing that hoe you kissed her on the cheek

And I got some exotic but this shit ain't free

Im looking at her and she lookin at me

She wanna be part of me part of the team

She wanna be part of me part of the gang

That shit on my hip lil bitch I'll let it bang

I know that she smile when she hear my name

Im hearing this beat and I'm going insane

When I turn on the mic bitch I'm bringing the flames

Bro you need to stop rapping your shit sound the same

They calling you trash and bro that's what I'm saying

Im finna go up they finna know my name

Just like I was hooping put that in the paint

Im better than you I don't care what you think

She wanna be with me but that lil bitch stank

She looking at me and she making that face

Bitch I'm a top dog ima come in first place

That don't even matter I just want the face

A band for this Prada ain't wearing no Bape

She think ima save her ain't wearing no cape

Pull up to your house and I'm shooting the K

Im making these songs you aint making no cake

They ask me what I'm doing I'm finna get baked

It's Gwaup coming through lil bitch get out the way

You was bumpin my music now you call me fake

Bro why is you doing this shit for the fame

I'm sipping the pineapple sipping the grape

I pull up to the store what we doing today

Its that good gas I like how I'm moving today

Pull up on me you is not getting home same

Pull up on me I got my shooters they straight

They could pull up on you anytime of the day

Pull up on you bitch I'll let that shit Spray

That hoe barely met me she calling me bae

That bitch for the streets she for the highway

And I'm getting this money I get it my way

Got a Three Point Five finna roll me a J

Yeah I'm off of this shit and I'm going to space

Drop An album I got an EP on the way

Yeah that choppa that shit finna blow off his brains

At this point I just dont even know what I'm saying

I just listen to voices that's stuck in my head

Yeah I even know that they want me dead

Im making my music in my own deathbed