Where You Goin?
[Intro: Lames]
We'll now begin the push-up section. Ready? Begin
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

[Chorus: Lames]
Yeah, she playin' with my heart too much, I might end up dead
Never chase a bitch 'cause I be countin' my bread
But she's an evil fantasy, I'm feelin' like Freddie Dredd
Starin' at the ceiling while I lay in my bed
I'm on my phone, thinkin' where she at, or where she went, like where you goin'?
Overthinkin' everything, but I'm still on my own
Baby, please, I'm right around the way, I'm in my zone
Always hold it down, I'm set in stone, yuh

[Verse 1: Astrus*]
I got empty bottle cases, pissed off old racists
Mad at me, 'cause I be on the girl's favorite playlist
And lately, I've been out here smokin' packs by the O's
I think I'm on a streak, just bagged three 10s in a row, see
Bagged a bitch that's 32, fuck her like her husband do
Told her she a one and run, "So, don't you get too comfortable"
Money spent, I'm used to it, cashin' out on stupid shit
Living like a bachelor, I don't even what day it is
Okay, so you ain't on shit, you don't even know what profit is
This the first date, and I was all in her esophagus
Go ahead and drop it, baby, I could go and show you off
Bought her some designer just so she can go and take it off, huh
I'm a smooth criminal, just like Michael Jack, huh
Sellin' out shows, yeah, them dates is back to back, huh
Who the fuck that boy? Dressin', puttin' black on black, huh
Bad bitch with me, you wouldn't know what to do with that
[Chorus: Lames]
Yeah, she playin' with my heart too much, I might end up dead
Never chase a bitch 'cause I be countin' my bread
But she's an evil fantasy, I'm feelin' like Freddie Dredd
Starin' at the ceiling while I lay in my bed
I'm on my phone, thinkin' where she at, or where she went, like where you goin'?
Overthinkin' everything, but I'm still on my own
Baby, please, I'm right around the way, I'm in my zone
Always hold it down, I'm set in stone, yuh