Where You Been lyrics

[Intro: D Savage]
Ay, ay, ay, gang
Smokin' on uh, blunts
Okay

[Chorus: D Savage]
You n*ggas is goofy not gettin' no money
I'm countin' blue hunnids make a n*gga sick
Gucci, Chanel she lovin' the drip (Ayy)
I'm in the trap house gettin' rich (Ayy)
These n*ggas act like some b*tches
I pull up with sticks and let them b*tches hit (I'm gone)
I'm a real n*gga, I hang with them shooters, I swear to god they don't miss (Ayy)

[Verse 1: D Savage]
They like Savage where you been?
Trappin' tryna get it in
This f*ck n*gga keep on dodgin' me so I'm gon' shoot his friend (Ayy)
Never fold, never bend (Never)
Stay 100 hundred till the end
I'ma double-cross the snake, a evil villain don't pretend (Ayy)
I'm rollin' up cookies my backwood is stuffed
I'm smokin' that loud you smokin' [?]
Kick down yo' door I want all the drugs

[Verse 2 : Yung Weej]
Kick down yo' door we want all the drugs (Want all the dope)
Since a lil kid I looked up to the plug (Up to the plug)
Ever since than I been trappin' real hard (Ayy)
I live what I rap but you know you a fraud
I really been trappin' I don't no fraud (No fraud)
[Chorus: D Savage]
You n*ggas is goofy not gettin' no money
I'm countin' blue hunnids make a n*gga sick
Gucci, Chanel she lovin' the drip (Ayy)
I'm in the trap house gettin' rich (Ayy)
These n*ggas act like some b*tches
I pull up with sticks and let them b*tches hit (I'm gone)
I'm a real n*gga, I hang with them shooters, I swear to god they don't miss (Ayy)

[Verse 3: Yung Weej]
I swear to god they don't miss (No)
FN and choppa bullets, we don't miss (No)
Smokin' gelato and sippin this wock
I don't want none of that tris (None of that tris)
b*tch I been doin' this sh*t (Doin' this sh*t)
b*tch I ain't new to this sh*t (No)
Wake up and flip me a brick (Flip me a brick)
I was out bad headed, go hit a lick (Go hit a lick)
Hit up Saturn, let's go pour up a pint (Pour up a pint)
Extra [?] I don't serve out the line (Nah)
This Actavis expired, it's ageing like wine (Actavis)
Can't be lacking b*tch, I stay with this 9 (9)
The only way we are goin' is up (Up)
Can't go back down don't wanna be stuck (Nah)
See this Smith & Wesson bustin' you out your luck
You can keep her, I done already f*cked
[Chorus: D Savage]
You n*ggas is goofy not gettin' no money
I'm countin' blue hunnids make a n*gga sick
Gucci, Chanel she lovin' the drip (Ayy)
I'm in the trap house gettin' rich (Ayy)
These n*ggas act like some b*tches
I pull up with sticks and let them b*tches hit (I'm gone)
I'm a real n*gga, I hang with them shooters, I swear to god they don't miss (Ayy)