WYA? Lyrics

Where you at

Bitch I miss that grip I need it back

Oo I love that face I love that back I love that tat

When I'm in that city we get litty it's a wrap yea

Oo

Yea

Straight like that

Watch me fuck that bag up

Watch me get that back

Everywhere I go I get it lit and then I step

I just get that money it's a part of what I rep

Fucked that bitch one time now the bitch going crazy

Yea

Niggas wanna be like me don't get too crazy

Yea

Nigga wanna come around me just tryna be famous

Yea

Bitches gon give good brain until they brainless

Yes

I ain't save her number that shit nameless

Yea

And a nigga still getting rich with who I came with

Yea

Nigga you ain't talking about bands you ain't talking my language

Yea

Nigga I'm tryna get rich I ain't tryn be famous

Yea

Pull up in that body

I can't do no parties

Took a trip to LA fell in love with them thotties

Niggas be talking bout this be talking bout that I don't do no talking

Nigga I don't brag too much I let my people do my talking

Talking

Talking

Talking

Talking

Talking

Talking

Talking

Talking

Nigga watch that money come and turn you to target

Let them crackers get me I'll do anything but talk

Talk

Talk

Talk

Talk

Talk

Talk

Talk

Talk

Talk

Talk

Talk

I can't talk

I can't talk

Where you at

Bitch I miss that grip I need it back

Oo I love that face I love that back I love that tat

When I'm in that city we get litty it's a fact

Where you at

Bitch I miss that grip I need it back

Oo I love that face I love that back I love that tat

When I'm in that city we get litty it's a wrap

Oo

Yea

Straight like that

Watch me fuck that bag up

Watch me get that back

Everywhere i go I get it lit and then I step

I just get that money it's a part of what I rep