WYA (feat. Lil Dallas)

Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Where he at?
Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Where he at?
Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Where he at?
Where he at? Where he at? Pull up
Where he at? Where he at? Pop out
Where he at? Where he at? There you go
Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Pull up, pop out
Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Where he at?
Pull up, pop out, where he at? There you go, pop out
Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Where he at?
Pull up, pop out, where he at?

Bitch, where you at? I'm in the lab
I'm in the trap, bitch, come get a slab
I got the hand on me, put a hand on me, get slapped
I'm sellin' you that, we havin' bags, sellin' you that
I got a bad bitch, tell her, "You mad"
He ain't my opp, just tell him you mad
He didn't get out it, I get him a bag
Pull up, hmm, hittin' you in your back
Rich bitch gettin' hit in his back
(Turkey) Huh, brr, bitch get hit in your back
B-B-B, I've been big in the back, boolin'
I can get murdered and masked for that movie
I can go slide on your block and then groove it
Nigga, I move it, clips like Tubi
Bitch, I'm a dog, grr, Scooby
Know when it's time to party, let's do it
He had a shot and he shot it and blew it
Nigga my junior, then they queue me
Know me, a pack, and get put in my music
I go slide for amusement
I go slide for that money
Bro go slide for a Cuban
They askin' me where I'm at
I be on your block, that's if I get mad
I be at your bitch spot, her and your bitch
Hittin' this thick bitch, hit from the back
Yeah, I just picked, bitch, I get 'em back
Yeah, I don't miss it, he get whacked
Fuck nigga, pop out, where you at?

Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Where he at?
Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Where he at?
Where he at? Where he at? Pull up
Where he at? Where he at? Pop out
Where he at? Where he at? There you go
Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Pull up, pop out
Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Where he at?
Pull up, pop out, where he at? There you go, pop out
Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Where he at?
Pull up, pop out, where he at?

Ooh, where he at? I'm on the block
Caught that boy tryna make a TikTok
Pull up to Redan just to catch me a top
We killin' more shit than fentanyl
Step on that boy like he bad dope
Nigga would've been dead if we had smoked
Gave him a haircut, shoot at his afro
When I swing that stick, you would think I'm Fernando
Tallied my phone like, "Ooh, where he at?"
I'm on the aisle with these Kel-Tec's
Lil' Fat just woke up on bullshit
Tryna put a nigga on bedrest
Caught a nigga walkin' with his earphones in
Shot at his headset
The way my gang pull up to a nigga shit
You would think that was fetish
She like, "Ooh, where he at? I'm tryna eat cock"
She work with the opps, I'm like, "Bitch, stop"
I don't care where I'm at, I'm clutchin' the Glock
Wherever I make a pit stop
Told her, "Get where I'm at"
I'm in Redan tryna catch me a hat
Beat a rapper ass for an AP and a Cuban, a matte
You got my dot, don't ask where I'm at

Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Where he at?
Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Where he at?
Where he at? Where he at? Pull up
Where he at? Where he at? Pop out
Where he at? Where he at? There you go
Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Pull up, pop out
Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Where he at?
Pull up, pop out, where he at? There you go, pop out
Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Where he at?
Pull up, pop out, where he at?