Lyrics

Which way he go Which way he go Which way did he go Like where did he go Like bro where you be Like bro what you on Like bro where you at (Which way he go, which way he- Which way he-, which way he go) I do this shit on my own Really be putting in hours little baby I barely spend time at my home I know a couple thats tryna' spin back LOL leave a note at the tone I'm off zatty cant' answer the phone Bitch I'm cooking right now leave me alone Dumb ass hoes keep on hitting my line if you blowing my high might as well and blow pole I think some niggas forgot what I'm about that's okay it's okay it just get me in mode Like where did he go Follow the signs if you look on the map see a Trel by the dough (get it?) get it Get to the chicken you already know Really be doly but if I ain't doly I'm probably with brodie or cooling with folk Shorty like bae I don't care if you fuck with these hoes long as you fucking with me the most Like bro where you be IRL shit I be cooling off IG What's the lore on OTL they want to know 'cause I don't speak I know niggas really knowers if they know about LRG Zattyland I'm with the clouds know I be smoking with the tree Like bro where you at Uh, I'm on attack (uh, uh) Bitch, I just be flipping the switch and I black I come around with some shit like whats that Niggas was sleeping on me taking naps Funny how shit turn around I just laugh Fuck all these niggas just get to the cash Like bro what you on Yea I know what I'm about so give a fuck 'bout what they thought And I know just what I'm on so give a fuck 'bout what they on Careful if you want to smoke with Zattyman 'cause this shit strong Pulling gas out the exhaust on the road vippin' with my dogs Which way he go which way they go I say BRB to Ski Told my slatt I'll be right back my doggies put they faith in me So much logos on my body shit I look like a hype-beast She might talk to you but when I hit she drop that call for me Come on baby boy its he Niggas want the recipe Break the meta' I'm like Wemby to these niggas at 6'3 I be looking for a challenge give me one 'cause this shit sweet What I lose I make it back let's up the ante bet on me (Bank on Slider bitch) Which way he which way he go I feel like Shane-o-Mac Bitch I'm floating coast to coast It's money in the bank just bet on OTL in four Been knocking for too long like who the fuck is at the door But really truth be told I make the call and niggas toast And really truth be told I can't be scouted ditch the notes 'Cause truth be told these niggas say they solid and they fold Big OTL gon' finish what I started with the bros
Writer(s): Latrel Goldson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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