Lil Wayne – Where You At Lyrics

Where You At

Lil Wayne

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"Where You At." - Lil Wayne

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 02:45 am

Album: 500 Degreez

Track No: 10

All my ****, if you with me, where you at? (Oh)
All my soldiers, if you with me, where you at? (Oh)
All my hustlers, if you with me, where you at? (Oh)
Now where you at? (Oh)
Now where you at? Say (Oh)
****, if you with me, let me hear you say (Oh)
Soldiers, if you with me, let me hear you say (Oh)
Hustlers, if you with me, let me hear you say (Oh)
Say, say (Oh)
Say, say (Oh)
I'ma do my thing and hold down my side
Eagle Street mane, throw my set up high
Weezy Wee gang call them boys the squad
That squad, squad
You know when we get a lot of dough on the strength of me
Get a lot of dro for the strength of fee
Get a lot of blow but keep that on the D
D what? DL, you know?
And oh, you don't wanna fuck with a ****
'Cause a **** might fuck with the trigger
Leave a **** on the floor
Truly I don't buck with you, ****
Let my tooly talk tough to you, ****
Bitch man is a itch to a rich man, whoa
20s on the 6 with the kicks sittin' low
Sticky in my Swish, man, gasoline flow
Fire spit, man, Weezy is about to blow
You know
All my ****, if you with me, where you at? (Oh)
All my soldiers, if you with me, where you at? (Oh)
All my hustlers, if you with me, where you at? (Oh)
Now where you at? (Oh)
Now where you at? Say (Oh)
****, if you with me, let me hear you say (Oh)
Soldiers, if you with me, let me hear you say (Oh)
Hustlers, if you with me, let me hear you say (Oh)
Say, say (Oh)
Say, ay (Oh)
Pass the pine to the pimp, old juice killer
Catch your eye in one glimpse, old school with the
Ass up high, the front dip, drip, bam
Mami like, "Damn, Lil Wayne, stop playin'"
Baby, I'm a baller, I hustle with my father
It's the Birdman and Birdman JR
Flip them birds man, eighteen grand just order
Eighty-five for half and forty-five for quarter
Yeah, yeah, titty baby, put it in the air
I'm jumpin out this atmosphere
And I'm jumpin in your bitch if she at a player
Jumpin' in the painted thing on them dang-a-dang
You see the arm when I pass, ****, bling-a-ling
You know I'm armed, we gon' mash, man, it ain't a thing
You know I'm calm but I'm a gorilla, ain't a game
I got a banana clip for all you orangutans
Let's bang
All my ****, if you with me, where you at? (Oh)
All my soldiers, if you with me, where you at? (Oh)
All my hustlers, if you with me, where you at? (Oh)
Now where you at? (Oh)
Now where you at? Say (Oh)
****, if you with me, let me hear you say (Oh)
Soldiers, if you with me, let me hear you say (Oh)
Hustlers, if you with me, let me hear you say (Oh)
Say, say (Oh)
Say, ay (Oh)
It's young Weezy, can't nothin' see me, dog
I get you done easy with one easy phone call
And the sawed off make your arms fall off
Like a short sleeved polo, won't bother me no more
Ice like strobe light, look like I'm move in slo mo
Rari look nice on low pro Yokohama's
With 20 inch chromes pokin' out 'em
Crissy to the dome, toke the ganja
Redbone in the shower, hello, Pocahontas
Give a long stroke poke for hours
Flow in vagina, hoe, I'ma holla
Sold coke in the '90s, I'm honest, man
Nothin' big maybe ounces, grams
But I know how to double and sometimes it's scams
But I know how to hustle and some glocks'll jam
But I know how to bust 'em and some drops'll slam
All alloy buttons that's all stuntin'
That boy's somethin', yeah
All my ****, if you with me, where you at? (Oh)
All my soldiers, if you with me, where you at? (Oh)
All my hustlers, if you with me, where you at? (Oh)
Now where you at? (Oh)
Now where you at? Say (Oh)
****, if you with me, let me hear you say (Oh)
Soldiers, if you with me, let me hear you say (Oh)
Hustlers, if you with me, let me hear you say (Oh)
Say, say (Oh)
Say, say (Oh)
It's five hundred degrees right here
They can't stop your boy
Fee slim, big fresh, put the house on your boy
Put everything on, on your boy
I got us
This gotta be the last song on the album
'Cause once **** hear this, **** don't want hear no fuckin' more
And mind you, I'm not a rapper
Don't get that shit twisted, ****
I just do this shit 'cause I gotta feed, feed my fuckin' seed
You know what I'm sayin'?
Fuck y'all

Writer(s): Lil Wayne, D. Carter & Byron Thomas.

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