[Chorus: sixzino]
Hol' on, where you at? (Where you at?)
I was tryna find myself, I said “Where you at?”
Couldn't give a fuck 'bout what you say, I ain't here for chat
I fucked it up, I was looking for the bags
Twin just run it up tryna make the money dance
Told h—, Told her “Clap, clap” tryna see her make it clap, yeah
I ain't even say nothin' and she threw it back
Bitch we in the back
G— Guess what's on my back?
I'm rocking shit you never had
And it's a shame, 'cause these n***as can't do nothin' but steal the swag

[Verse 1: sixzino]
We got two percs I'm tryna work, I never brag
We got the music and now there ain't no going back
This like TMZ, VIP the cameras flash
W-W-Walk out I'm the flyest, these Balenciaga bags, it's like 2016
Bitch I'm swagging with my jeans
Watch ho-Watch how I get flee, ho
Rickie on my feet
I feel like a scene ho
This [?] on my sleeves
I was only fourteen I heard he tryna be like me
Yeah, young n***a looking for that motion and that green
Shh, Looking for them sheets, ho
Tryna count it up, yeah
Tryna go up uh, since a young boul
[Bridge: sixzino]
What the fuck? (What?)
She saw that I'm going up, now she tryna fuck
I done grown up, I was testing out my luck
Now I'm sipping purple this ain't "Bigga" in my cup

[Verse 2: YT & sixzino]
Tchyeah, tchyeah, tchyeah
Where you at? (Where you at?)
That ain't even your girl no more 'cause I just double tapped (Oi, oi)
Spending all night in the studio, I treat it like the trap (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, my wallet doing cardio, my pockets getting fat (Fat, fat)
Wa-wallet doing cardio my pockets need a diet (Woo)
Last year they were hating, now all of a sudden they all quiet (Real quiet)
Pull up to my show, and you would think it was a riot
G— Girl I'm in your city, told her pull up to the hire (Pull up)
Jetlagged, couldn't sleep up on the plane, I'm kind of tired (Yeah)
Alan Sugar, I just told lil' shorty that she fired
They know they can do it 'cause I done it, they're inspired
Ask me if I love her, I don't know, I told her “Kinda”
All this paper on me, had to put it in a binder (Yeah, yeah)
Brodie keep a MAC, ain't talking Safari or Finder
Hakka— Hakkasan or [?], we ain't eating in a diner
Tick tock, Swiss watch, this ain't made in China (China)

[Chorus: sixzino]
Yo, where you at?
I was tryna find myself, I said “Where you at?”
Couldn't give a fuck 'bout what you say, I ain't here for chat
I fucked it up, I was looking for the bags
Twin just run it up, tryna make the money dance
Told h—, Told her “Clap, clap”, tryna see her make it clap
I ain't even say nothin' and she threw it back
Bitch we in the back
G— Guess what's on my back?
I'm rocking shit you never had
And it's a shame 'cause these n***as can't do nothing but steal the swag