Tell Me Where To Go

And if you ain't know ni**a I'm popping
 I'm the one ni**a who been killing the pockets
 Don't do it for the gram, bitch I do it for profit
 Do it for the skill I don't do it to pop shit or drop shit
 Call me Zion I'm balling up in the game
 Ni**as lying they swerving all in my lane
 Don't talk about it I really feel it's a shame
 That nothing don't ever change
 Still flyest up in the game
 Alotta ni**as walk
 Alotta ni**as talk
 I'm boutta run this shit back on ni**as like Marshall Faulk
 A lot of bitches balloons looking like Mardigras
 A beauty pageant saloon chick like Howdy Ya'll
 And yeah I'm Jiggy, yea I'm pretty
 Imma fucking Rockstar
 You be lying through ya fitted give this ni**a lockjaw
 I could rap it I could spit it I could be a pop star
 She ain't lying cuz I hit she mad I don't want her
 Just tell me where to go
 Send the addy imma pull up on you, you
 Right now
 Tell me where to go
 Right now
 Tell me where to go
 Right now
 Just tell me where
 Tell me where to go
 Yeah designer water sipping Voss
 Got a slip not tie in my sock
 Put the skunk inside the trunk and then I'm off
 Imma zip line right to the loft
 I can breath I feel the breeze
 Peja, I need three
 Did enough good deeds
 Lotta jealousy
 People failing ya
 Got you up in the night
 Now you bailin
 Cancel plans hit Japan wit a ni**a
 We gon step
 We gon move
 We gon clap
 We gon groove
 We gon vibe all night (Yeah true)
 In my pockets that's true
 Yea, colors jet blue
 Just tell me where to go
 Send the addy Imma pull up on you, you
 Right now
 Tell me where to go
 Right now
 Tell me where to go
 Right now
 Just tell me where
 Tell me where to go