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Altosgp - Where U Goin Lyrics

[Chorus]
My bitch so bad, edges laid, nails did
We uppin' that fire, hit that boy in his shit
(Lil' bitch, haha)
I walk in LV, spent two bands, pop my shit
I spent a fat ticket on my wrist
Like where is you goin'? We havin' the motion
This bitch want a blunt
She blowin' my high, don't blow it

[Verse 1]
Put my faith in the stick I'm totin'
Got a new gen five, can't wait to go load it
They ain't keepin' it P
My brothers, they slide with that heat
Rip Jay, I hope you see, me
Goin' too fed, it's still free Dee
Blowin' on za out the tree
I love the life we livin'
This ain't green in my cup I'm sippin'
ARP got a red dot, hit him wit' precision
19X got a green light
See the fake through the seem light
I had to fall back, it ain't feel right
She said slide through, fuckin' all night
He talk on my brother, air fry him
This bitch go both ways, she go five
Just lost my fuckin' brother
Bitch, I'm a rich muhfucker
We all in like a huddle, we go through the struggle
Too many drugs, like how could I struggle?
We light up the wood, we gettin' too geeked
Five blunts in it, we way too [?]
[Chorus]
My bitch so bad, edges laid, nails did
We uppin' that fire, hit that boy in his shit
I walk in LV, spent two bands, pop my shit
I spent a fat ticket on my wrist
Like where is you goin'? We havin' the motion
This bitch want a blunt
She blowin' my high, don't blow it

[Verse 2]
She rock Number (N)ine when it's fashion week
We up in the field but we not wearin' cleets
Right wrist Alyx left one Van Cleef
Freaky ass bitch put the stick in her mouth
I was down bad sippin' green in a drought
My brothers so real, they won't never sell out
Trackhawk, superchargin' that bitch
The racks in, bags came in too quick
My brother, he shippin' them packages
We got pints in the mattress
Stab my back one time it's on me
If you do it again you gon' pay the fee
Said you tryna cross me, I'm tryna keep the peace
Just like a puzzle, I keep the piece
She like a dog, she on the leash
You askin' these questions like, why do I leave?
It's the way that you act and the way that you treat me
[Chorus]
My bitch so bad, edges laid, nails did
We uppin' that fire, hit that boy in his shit
I walk in LV, spent two bands, pop my shit
I spent a fat ticket on my wrist
Like where is you goin'? We havin' the motion
This bitch want a blunt
She blowin' my high, don't blow it
(Elegant music)