Bugz - Where He Go lyrics

[Hook (x2): G. O] Finesse me a n***a then hit the road I play these hoes like a PS4 She opens her legs, guess I'm Rolling Stones Did I f** your b**h? You may never know I f** some hoes and they tell a soul Just pa** ‘em around like a merry-go Do you got a [?] sh**, like there he go Then I open that sh** like where he go? [Verse 1: Tuggie da Kid] Finesse me a n***a then hit the road I'm out here by my hustle code These n***as is fraud, I can't trust a soul Disrespectin' the squad get you filled with holes I'm that new [?] cause I got the juice Police askin' questions so my mouth on mute I should be an artist, all the guns I drew Hocus pocus with the forty, it's in that boy, poof Damn, where he go? Is that him? Goddammit, bro This Nina got me walkin' like I broke a toe Loud pa** so strong I think it broke a nose It's a brawl in that puss, we goin' blow for blow She ride the dick, now she goin' coast to coast I'm in love with the money, I don't love these hoes I'm in love with the money, I don't love these hoes All these n***as on Instagram flexin' While I'm tryna figure out which one I'm finessin' Did I f** his b**h? I'll never confess it But he mad over b**h, damn, hold up, wait a second Heard the [?] Facebook, [?] comin' at me reckless So I spray the 40 and leave him walkin' round headless His homie at the scene screamin' “call the paramedic” Don't think this sh** is sweet, n***a I'm a diabetic Y'alls got a n***a feelin' savage Rollin' with the four now I'm feelin [?] Smoke a f** n***a, I turn him into ashes Did I f** his b**h? Hear me [?] her like Gladice Damn, where he go? Is that him? Goddammit, bro See, you can catch me in four-nickel-o, glow with my bro Prolly tryna… [Hook (x2)] [Verse 2: Bugz] She like f** all that Gucci and [?] and Fendi and Luis She just want some of that oowee Took her to the crib, gave it her raw like sushi That p**y so wet I went tubin' Hot n***a, Shmoney Dance, I'm feelin' groovy Light, camera, action, babe let's make a movie I'mma be Bug, okay you be Miss Oowee I gave her the 40, she shoot like a Uzi Out here doin' hits, in a pair of trucks And she gon' ride, I tell her buckle up And like a rock star she gon' turn up No Fetty Wap, that's my trap queen Slavin' that dough, watch her whip a key We got loud, we got pills, we got plenty lean We ballin' so hard we deserve a ring Told shawty I'm so cuff-a-thot free Swear I never wife a thot, on me Whole time she s** my dick right out my sleep Well, she rapin' me We just pa** ‘em and dunk ‘em like they ain't [?] a**ist Cla** Buggin' in session, now get your a** dismissed Treat these hoes like fairy tales, they don't exist Finesse a n***a for his [?], bet I would his b**h Would you ride for a n***a? Keep it 100, don't you lie to a n***a Put you on a plane, now you fly with a n***a She said “I'm on a drug”, well get high with a n***a Would you ride for a n***a? Keep it 100, don't you lie to a n***a Put you on a plane, now you fly with a n***a She said “I'm on a drug”, well get high with a n***a [Hook (x2)]