Where Ya At (feat. Drake) - Future

I still get it on my own Trigger finger getting itchy for my dome Purple soda pop fizz it ain't foam The feds ain't know about the guns inside my home Real top dog shit Feel like Joeyy got some pretty little pills in my pocket I don't want peace with the enemy, want problems I don't want sweet talk, I just need her bopping I just need you baby Feel like a hermit, money krabbin out lately I couldn't reccomend you even if you paid me Wheres your swag at All I see on you is straight jeans Pour up in my glory fit Rest in peace to Fredo Know that I should kick this shit But I don't see the way home Snakes shift shapes, they in plain clothes Your girl a plain jane, take away the makeup The voices too loud so my blunt going to stay close Pick a name, promise that they on the payroll I just need you baby Feel like a hermit, money krabbin' out lately I couldn't reccomend you even if you paid me Wheres your swag at All I see on you is straight jeans

Where ya at, cold beer sipper? Camo'd out, little Skoal mint dipper Chicken liver, catfish lip ripper Patch on your shirt with your daddy's name Where ya at, Carhartt king? Ridin' around with your Marlboro queen Making a big, loud Mapco scene With a cloud of smoke when you drive away Yeah, there's rednecks in the North Hell, there's rednecks in the South And we all got some kinda twang Little country slang coming out our mouth Stacking bales, spraying the Stetson Raisin' hell, but saying the blessin' I know you're out there Toting a shotgun, I just got one little question Where ya at? Oklahoma to Winona, Mississippi Where ya at? Macon, Georgia, California, Bossier City Country pride is country wide Yeah, we all climbing that podunk ladder So put ya long neck up If ya' got a little hick in your blood Then it really don't matter where ya at Aw, where ya at I'm talkin' moonshine makin', Conway crankin' Neon-chasing folks (ya'll know what I'm talkin' about, right?) You know them diesel-drivin' Country boy survivin' Clampetts coast to coast Well, let your cross tattoo and your colors show (yeah) Y'all, I just wanna know Where ya at? Oklahoma to Winona, Mississippi Where ya at? Macon, Georgia, California, Bossier City Country pride is country wide Yeah, we all climbing that podunk ladder So put ya long neck up If you got a little hick in your blood Then it really don't matter where ya at Where ya at To the United States of America If you're ready to get lit on a Friday night If you're a hard-working, country music loving, fried tomato eating Shirt-off-your back-giving, salt of the earth, bad motherfucker I just wanna know one thing Where you at? Where ya at? Oklahoma to Winona, Mississippi Where ya at? Macon, Georgia, California, Bossier City Country pride is country wide Yeah, we all climbing that podunk ladder So put ya' long neck up If you got a little hick in your blood Then it really don't matter where ya at Where ya' at

I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You would fuck a rich niggas for the fame, won't you? You would give that pussy up to a lame, won't you? Like a old school, I re-did the frame on you I got my old shooters with me and they land on you Word to them niggas at the six A whole lotta lean, my nutrition They should've told ya I had the drank on me They should've told ya I brought the bank with me They should've told ya I keep that molly on me They should've told ya I got that stick with me You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' pot pies I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I keep a shooter with me like Malone I fucked around and did it on my own Come and fuck with me baby, I'm a franchise Molly and them xans got me aggravated The hundreds and 'em fifties, get 'em separated Put them hundreds and them hundreds, yeah we segregated They tryna take the soul out me They tryna take my confidence and they know I'm cocky Fuck another interview, I'm done with it I don't give a fuck about a ho, I let a young hit it I play the games of the thrones with you I can't change, I was God-given Tryna make a pop star and they made a monster I'm posted with my niggas, let the champagne flow A nigga was depressed now my mind back healthy A product of them roach in 'em ashtrays I inhale the love on a bad day Baptized inside purple Actavis They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine in some Reeboks I'm full of so much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga I'm in the white house shootin' crack niggas I gave up on my conscience gotta live with it This remind me when I had nightmares These bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga They should've told you I was gon' lap niggas They should've told you I was overseas Say your last words, can't breathe They sent the ghetto bird out to peep me They finally did admit it, I was cloned Because I was ambitious, now I'm on Five in the mornin' on the corner rollin' stones I just work for money, I count it on my own, fuck They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine and some Reebok I full of soo much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' Popeyes