Shaquees Where Were You At Lyrics

Verse 1 Shaquees: You Wasn't There For Me When I Needed You The Most Where Were You At When I Was Flipping Them I f*cked Up The Pot with the folk (I f*cked Up The Pot with The Folk) I was in the kitchen trying to make things Right I had to get it on my own ain't nobody wouldn't help me out so I started making songs so I started making sooonggs. Remember I Was In The Trap Flipping The Packs and Yo Bitch Ass Snitch on me and that's Sad to know yo own homies will switch up on you they gave my nigga 7seven 25 and my tre and my nigga Tre tooooo. They was some real niggas they showed me how to flip a pack and sell brinks remember I came up off hitting licks and sell them brinks I'm not gonna lie when I was in the Cop Car I'm crying like momma please help me I was down and broke it was a bad feelin had to stack it to a milli just to feed my lil chillien (Aye, Aye)

Hook 8: Where Were You At

Verse 2 Esavv: Down Bad Got Hit For A O Caught Me With A Low Blow I Was Locked In The Cold Collect Call Ain't Go Though Ain't Nobody Even Home I Was Feeling All Alone My Down Bitch Did Me Wrong what the f*ck is going on shit turn me to a Savage imma let a bitch have it momma all in my business I got dope in the mattress damn she found out where I stash it baby momma shit worse swear she wants me in a herse write my name on the dirt I still did what I could I'm still doing what I should they miss treat me while I'm here but they gone miss me while I'm gone (They Gone Miss Me While I'm Gonnnneee) Hella Feelings got strong been smoking all night long liquor got a nigga faded keep me clutchin on my chrome like who the f*ck is at the door prescription pills got me tripping family say I ain't listen closes niggas wanna diss me put my mind on a mission I put one though his fitted. (Claaa claaaa). Why nigga make me wanna get s hit like that p*ssy boy you a bitch ain't built like that talk my shit cause I'm lit and stiff like that alotta niggas ain't really got strength like that running up though them trenches all though the town that young nigga snitching he can't be around remember days I was broke I ain't even have style no voice in the street I ain't even have sound jump right off the porch a nigga got down got tired of these niggas talking reckless see got tired of them bitches tried to flex on me I'm devil to these niggas like a Hex on me imma pull a plug for I let a nigga do it first I live life everyday like nigga in the purge but they still telling me it could be worse Hook 16: Where Were You At