Where you goin'?
Baby, could you tell me where you goin'?
Baby, you know outside is pourin'
Half of these hoes, I mean all of these hoes they borin'
So where you goin'? Where you goin'?
Yeah, I'm high, I'm high, I'm lit, I'm lit, I'm gone (I'm high, I'm high)
I'm high, I'm high, I'm lit, I'm lit, I'm gone (gone)
Smokin' that weed, them super loud trees, I'm stoned (I'm stoned)
Baby come smell the aroma, put you in a coma, that strong (that strong, that strong)
You cannot f*ck with the kid
I'm sellin' my strip, I'm honest, at least I'm honest
At least I know you love to drink
But you say you hardly smoke now
Tell me what you think about those times I almost broke down
Tryna find a way, I was tryna find a way out (tryna find)
Why these niggas beggin'? (Why? Why?)
Beggin' with they hand out
Make me a purchase, I'm workin' my wrist
Niggas they talkin', but never do shit
Yeah, I roll with my team, babe, I roll with my clique
That that 8-7-8 and that 1-7-6
If it's back to the trappin', then trappin' we go
Gimme some numbers, I make me some more
Runnin' around like this shit is a maze
I need to start prayin' five times a day
Talk about money, you know we don't play
Hundreds and hundreds are stuffed in my jeans
Remember them nights that we grind on the couch
Hotline was ringin', the fiends they were blingin'
They want it, they want it, they wanted some more
What you think I'ma do? Give 'em some more
What you think I'ma do? Make all my dough
Go out by RABBA and sell it for low
Walk around Jarvis Street if it move slow
Meet some new people you know how it goes
Break up the bank for for the profit I make
Plug used to ask me, what's up with the chains?
Told that lil' bitch I just parted the game
Now look at a nigga, I came a long way, ayy
Where you goin'?
Baby, could you tell me where you goin'?
Baby you know outside is pourin'
Half of these hoes, I mean all of these hoes they borin'
So where you goin'? Where you goin'?
Yeah, I'm high, I'm high, I'm lit, I'm lit, I'm gone
I'm high, I'm high, I'm lit, I'm lit, I'm gone
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Where you goin'?
Baby, could you tell me where you goin'?
Baby, you know outside is pourin'
Half of these hoes, I mean all of these hoes they borin'
So where you goin'? Where you goin'?
Yeah, I'm high, I'm high, I'm lit, I'm lit, I'm gone (I'm high, I'm high)
I'm high, I'm high, I'm lit, I'm lit, I'm gone (gone)
Smokin' that weed, them super loud trees, I'm stoned (I'm stoned)
Baby come smell the aroma, put you in a coma, that strong (that strong, that strong)
You cannot f*ck with the kid
I'm sellin' my strip, I'm honest, at least I'm honest
At least I know you love to drink
But you say you hardly smoke now
Tell me what you think about those times I almost broke down
Tryna find a way, I was tryna find a way out (tryna find)
Why these niggas beggin'? (Why? Why?)
Beggin' with they hand out
Make me a purchase, I'm workin' my wrist
Niggas they talkin', but never do shit
Yeah, I roll with my team, babe, I roll with my clique
That that 8-7-8 and that 1-7-6
If it's back to the trappin', then trappin' we go
Gimme some numbers, I make me some more
Runnin' around like this shit is a maze
I need to start prayin' five times a day
Talk about money, you know we don't play
Hundreds and hundreds are stuffed in my jeans
Remember them nights that we grind on the couch
Hotline was ringin', the fiends they were blingin'
They want it, they want it, they wanted some more
What you think I'ma do? Give 'em some more
What you think I'ma do? Make all my dough
Go out by RABBA and sell it for low
Walk around Jarvis Street if it move slow
Meet some new people you know how it goes
Break up the bank for for the profit I make
Plug used to ask me, what's up with the chains?
Told that lil' bitch I just parted the game
Now look at a nigga, I came a long way, ayy
Where you goin'?
Baby, could you tell me where you goin'?
Baby you know outside is pourin'
Half of these hoes, I mean all of these hoes they borin'
So where you goin'? Where you goin'?
Yeah, I'm high, I'm high, I'm lit, I'm lit, I'm gone
I'm high, I'm high, I'm lit, I'm lit, I'm gone
Baby, could you tell me where you goin'?
Baby, you know outside is pourin'
Half of these hoes, I mean all of these hoes they borin'
So where you goin'? Where you goin'?
Yeah, I'm high, I'm high, I'm lit, I'm lit, I'm gone (I'm high, I'm high)
I'm high, I'm high, I'm lit, I'm lit, I'm gone (gone)
Smokin' that weed, them super loud trees, I'm stoned (I'm stoned)
Baby come smell the aroma, put you in a coma, that strong (that strong, that strong)
You cannot f*ck with the kid
I'm sellin' my strip, I'm honest, at least I'm honest
At least I know you love to drink
But you say you hardly smoke now
Tell me what you think about those times I almost broke down
Tryna find a way, I was tryna find a way out (tryna find)
Why these niggas beggin'? (Why? Why?)
Beggin' with they hand out
Make me a purchase, I'm workin' my wrist
Niggas they talkin', but never do shit
Yeah, I roll with my team, babe, I roll with my clique
That that 8-7-8 and that 1-7-6
If it's back to the trappin', then trappin' we go
Gimme some numbers, I make me some more
Runnin' around like this shit is a maze
I need to start prayin' five times a day
Talk about money, you know we don't play
Hundreds and hundreds are stuffed in my jeans
Remember them nights that we grind on the couch
Hotline was ringin', the fiends they were blingin'
They want it, they want it, they wanted some more
What you think I'ma do? Give 'em some more
What you think I'ma do? Make all my dough
Go out by RABBA and sell it for low
Walk around Jarvis Street if it move slow
Meet some new people you know how it goes
Break up the bank for for the profit I make
Plug used to ask me, what's up with the chains?
Told that lil' bitch I just parted the game
Now look at a nigga, I came a long way, ayy
Where you goin'?
Baby, could you tell me where you goin'?
Baby you know outside is pourin'
Half of these hoes, I mean all of these hoes they borin'
So where you goin'? Where you goin'?
Yeah, I'm high, I'm high, I'm lit, I'm lit, I'm gone
I'm high, I'm high, I'm lit, I'm lit, I'm gone
Writer: Illyas Warsame, Saif Musaad
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management