J.R. Writer - Where You At lyrics

rate me

Ok,

Who shaper?, there isnt any harder{no}

You feeling me a R uh, ain't no getting any further {than what? } than this

Banana clips, it's a military armour

That'll take your wig off like a military barber {BLAH}

When I clap clap clap that ass {BLAH}

Put the mac on him fast {clap clap}

Make em' forget about turn you a "blast from the past" {ha}

That's just half of the math

I'll pop your casket and laugh

Put money in the bag, now that's a "bag full of cash" {chi-ching}

Check this swagger I flash

It'll make the party riot {riot}, soon as I step in the spot you see I'm harlems flyest {writer! }

I'll get you off, you try it

While I'm at the furthest highest {how? }

I don't lift a joint, you swear I'm getting off a writers

A make your broad excited, how a nigga cuase a crisis {yo}

Your tuning to the future there's no need to call a psychic {nope}

I apes on the track, you playing with scraps

Listen pidgeon what I cater is crack

Take a pack and relax

Face the facts I'm a ape on the track

With major stacks, paper stacked

Ain't no greater with raps

That hate the cat but face the scrap

The boys' playing with crack

'cuase I'm a striaght diplomat

Ain't no greater than that

Now where you at eastside

Where you at westside

Where you at southside

Where you northside

Where you at? I wanna see who repping in here

It don't matter where you from put your set in the air

I'm where the paper at

The paper stack

Major scratch

The dough look

Thicker than the notebook

That's what I call a paperback

Face the facts I'm a don, so any nigga faking jax

I'll lay a stack, and turn his fucking fitted {what? } to a paperhat {BLAH}

Take a nap

Later scrap

You ain't know the bread was major? {huh}

My accountant passing bills like a legislature {thank you}

That's why I step in gators pissing of these effin haters

They yelling step it up, my flow is on a escalator

Co-come contest a player

Yours is on a respirator {helpless}

There ain't a set that's greater

Doggie we some regulators {was good? }

Who beat who?, see us boo {you see us}

I ain't the only 'g' my pockets is g'd up too {chi-ching}

My clips can clean up crew, I'll send that clean up through

Than send some shots and clean the block on that 3+2 {what's that? }

That's a five, sitting high on them big dogs I'm sinking {who? }

All day in the class like the kid cuaght detention

Thanks to FL@WL3ZZ for these lyrics