[Intro]
Where the fuck?
Where the, where the, where the fuck?
Where the, where the, where the fuck?
Where in the flying fuck?
Where in the fuck?
Where in the fu--

[Chorus]
Where the fuck? (The fuck?)
Where the, where the, where the fuck?
Where the, where the, where the, where the, where the fuck?
(Where in the fuck?)
Where the, where the, where the fuck? (Where in the fuck?)
Where the, where the, where the fuck? (Ooh)
Where the, where the, where the fuck?
Where the, where the, where the, where the, where the fuck?
(Where in the fuck?)
Where the, where the, where the fuck? (Where in the fuck?)

[Verse 1]
Everybody asking where the fuck I’m at
Missed calls on the phone when I’m getting the bag
Dumb labels on the line like a fiend for crack
And I don’t even wanna call them back cause
Y’all mother fuckers penny penching over petty percents
And I don’t wanna just pay my rent
You see I’m tryna cop a mink in the pink with the purple & mint
So this time you gonna have to spend
I know none of y’all day ones ever believed
But that’s okay with me
Now you asking where the, where the, where the fuck did I learn to sing
I said maybe it's Maybelline
Listen up bitch nobody likes some crazy hoe (shit)
I could really be one though
So instead I’m at the studio
Y’all lames looking for me like
Where the, where the
Where the, where the, where the

[Chorus]
Where the fuck? (The fuck?)
Where the, where the, where the fuck?
Where the, where the, where the, where the, where the fuck?
(Where in the fuck?)
Where the, where the, where the fuck? (Where in the fuck?)
Where the, where the, where the fuck? (Ooh)
Where the, where the, where the fuck?
Where the, where the, where the, where the, where the fuck?
(Where in the fuck?)
Where the, where the, where the fuck? (Where in the fuck?)
[Verse 2]
And if you’re from my hometown
Not a damn thing peaking my interest
And don’t ever ask me for shit 'cause
All the same ones tagging my house and talking rags to riches
Are still passing out bags to bitches
And now he digging down deep for his daddy's debit down in the britches
But them jeans done lost the stitches
And now the only thing he know to do is try and catch clout from pictures
But he a wifey 'cause he always misses
Ha I know probably would never been so damn lit
If it wasn’t for all that shit
But I never say thank you, really just suck my dick
And I skate, I push, I kick, and leave em all saying

[Chorus]
Where the fuck? (The fuck?)
Where the, where the, where the fuck?
Where the, where the, where the, where the, where the fuck?
(Where in the fuck?)
Where the, where the, where the fuck? (Where in the fuck?)
Where the, where the, where the fuck? (Ooh)
Where the, where the, where the fuck?
Where the, where the, where the, where the, where the fuck?
(Where in the fuck?)
Where the, where the, where the fuck? (Where in the fuck?)