Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa & TM88 – Where Was You Lyrics

Where Was You

Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa & TM88

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"Where Was You." - Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa & TM88

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 06:01 pm

Album: TGOD Mafia: Rude Awakening

Track No: 04

We was out there on the curb tryna get it
Where was you? Where was you?
Higher than a bird hoppin' out the flyin' spur
Like I need a parachute, parachute, ay, ay, ay
We was out there on the curb tryna get it
Where was you? Where was you?
In the concrete jungle where they ain't afraid to hustle
And they ain't scared to shoot, shoot
Where was you when I ain't have a pot to piss in?
Where was you when my homie came up missin'?
Where was you when I was out here on the clock?
I can tell you this, you wasn't on the block
But it's all right, I hustle all night
You be smokin' shit, you be all hype
Man, that shit was vicious, how can I forget it?
Pushin' all these chickens, tryna get a ticket
Hey, I might leave a trail 'cause my swag drippin'
All this shit you talkin' 'bout, you know I live it
I'm LeBron with the vision, ****, you a witness
This Jordan on my chain bigger than a midget
We was out there on the curb tryna get it
Where was you? Where was you?
Higher than a bird hoppin' out the flyin' spur
Like I need a parachute, parachute, ay, ay, ay
We was out there on the curb tryna get it
Where was you? Where was you?
In the concrete jungle where they ain't afraid to hustle
And they ain't scared to shoot, shoot
Where the fuck was you, ****, when I was a young ****
I done held guns for ****, that was fun for my ****
Smokin' weed in the trap, livin' comfortable, ****
If the police came, we would run from them ****
Couple **** start snitchin', we ain't fuck with them ****
Got a problem, we pull up with a truck full of ****
I'm a boss, I ain't nothin' like these other lil' ****
Got no trust for them ****, got no love for them ****
If this was back in the day, we would bust on them ****
I don't argue in the street, I don't fucks with no ****
We find out where we could meet then we jump on a ****
And they do that shit for cheap, so it's nothin', lil' ****
We was out there on the curb tryna get it
Where was you? Where was you?
Higher than a bird hoppin' out the flyin' spur
Like I need a parachute, parachute, ay, ay, ay
We was out there on the curb tryna get it
Where was you? Where was you?
In the concrete jungle where they ain't afraid to hustle
And they ain't scared to shoot, shoot
I might have a actress laying on my mattress
I ain't with that talkin', bitch, I'm 'bout that action
Call me Uncle Sam 'cause you know I'm taxin'
Your bitch swallowed my seed, but you ain't in my bracket
Please don't get me twisted just because I'm rappin'
I can send a hit out on you like a tackle
I could show you how to cook 'em up and wrap 'em
I could tell you 'bout that MAC and I ain't talkin' Apple
'Cause I can get you knocked off for no charge, ****
You gon' take it in the chest like a charge, ****
I swear, these streets should get my dawgs charged, ****
You say you can get me right, but what you charge, ****?
We was out there on the curb tryna get it
Where was you? Where was you?
Higher than a bird hoppin' out the flyin' spur
Like I need a parachute, parachute, ay, ay, ay
We was out there on the curb tryna get it
Where was you? Where was you?
In the concrete jungle where they ain't afraid to hustle
And they ain't scared to shoot, shoot
Let me chirp these fools
I can barely hear you, no wonder I can't see you
I landed the jet and went and bought a bald eagle
I'm on tour with **** from my hood, them my people
And they used to push the rock like Memphis Bleek and Beanie Sigel
I ain't see you back when I ain't have a whip to get around
You wasn't with me at the bottom, I'm not fuckin' with you now
Ran into a young ****, said he looked up to me
Juicy drop that new shit, you gon' fuck up the streets
'Bout to fuck up a check, and then I'm off for a week
Met a bitch at the Versace store and fucked her to sleep
When I'm finished with her, I'ma drop her off where I found her
And I wake up every morning to the sound of money counters

Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa, Juicy J.

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