Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa, TM88 - Where Was You lyrics

We was out there on the curb
Tryna’ get it where was you
Higher than a bird hopping out the flying
Spur like I need a parachute
We was out there on the curb
Tryna’ get it where was you
In the concrete jungle where
They ain’t afraid to
Hustle and they ain’t scared to shoot
(shoot)

Where was you when I ain’t have
A pot to piss in
Where was you when my homie came up missing
Where was you when I was
Out here on the clock
I can tell you this you waddn’t on the block
But it's alright I hustle all night
You be smoking shit you be all hype
Mane that shit was vicious how
Can I forget it


Pushing all these chickens tryna get a ticket
I might leave a trail cause my swag drippin’
All this shit you talking bout
You know I live it
I’m LeBron with the vision
Nigga you a witness
This Jordan on my chain bigger than a midget

We was out there on the curb
Tryna’ get it where was you
Higher than a bird hopping out the flying
Spur like I need a parachute
We was out there on the curb
Tryna’ get it where was you
In the concrete jungle where
They ain’t afraid to
Hustle and they ain’t scared to shoot
(shoot)

Where the fuck was you nigga
When I was a young nigga
I done held guns for niggas
That was fun for my niggas
Smoking weed in the trap
Living comfortable nigga
If the police came we would
Run from them niggas
Couple niggas start snitching
We ain't fuck with them niggas
Gotta problem we pull up with
A truck full niggas
I’m a boss I ain’t nothing
Like these other lil niggas
Got no trust for them niggas
Got no love for them niggas
If this was back in the day
We’d bust on them niggas
I ’ont argue in the street I
Don’t fucks with no nigga
We find out where we could meet
Then we jump on a nigga
And they do that shit for cheap
So it's nothing lil nigga

We was out there on the curb
Tryna’ get it where was you
(gang gang gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang)
Higher than a bird hopping out the flying
Spur like I need a parachute
We was out there on the curb
Tryna’ get it where was you (where was you)
In the concrete jungle where
They ain’t afraid to
Hustle and they ain’t scared to shoot
(shoot)

I might have a actress laying on my mattress
I ain’t with that talking bitch
I’m bout that action
Call me uncle sam cause you know I’m taxing’
Yo bitch swallow my seed but
You ain’t in my bracket
Please don’t get me twisted
Just because I’m rapping
I can send a hit out on you like a tackle
I could show you how to cook
‘em up and wrap ‘em
I could tell you bout that Mac
And I ain’t talking Apple
Cause I can get you knocked
Off for no charge nigga
You gone take it in the
Chest like a charge nigga
I swear that street shit get
My dawgs charged nigga
You say you can get me right
But what you charge nigga

We was out there on the curb
Tryna’ get it where was you
(gang gang gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang)
Higher than a bird hopping out the flying
Spur like I need a parachute
We was out there on the curb
Tryna’ get it where was you (where was you)
In the concrete jungle where
They ain’t afraid to
Hustle and they ain’t scared to shoot
(shoot)

Lemme chirp these fools
I can barely hear you
No wonder I can’t see you
I landed the jet and went
And bought a bald eagle
I’m on tour with niggas from
My hood thats my people
And they used to push the rock
Like Memphis Bleek and Beanie Sigel
I ain’t see you when I ain’t
Have a whip to get around
You wasn’t with me at the bottom
I’m not fuckin' with you now
Ran into a young nigga say he look up to me
Juicy drop that new shit you
Gon' fuck up the streets
Bought to fuck up a check
And then I’m off for a week
Met a bitch at the Versace store
And fucked her to sleep
When I’m finished with her I’mma drop
Her off where I found her
And I wake up every morning to
The sound of money counters