Where Are You Now Lyrics

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

Eight 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