“Where Ya At” is the third single and promotional music video by American rapper Future featuring Canadian rapper Drake.
The music video premiered on August 20th 2015, via Future’s official YouTube VEVO channel, it was directed by Sam Lecca.
The Banger of a Track was released July 18, 2015, as the third single off of his third studio album DS2 (2015). It was produced by Metro Boomin.
“Where Ya At” debuted at number 68 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart dated August 8, 2015. Its chart debut was aided by first-week digital download sales of 37,000.
While you’re at it, check out The Hype Factor’s Album Review of Future’s latest album “DS2.”
Listen to Future ft. Drake – ‘Where Ya At’
Lyrics for Future ft. Drake – ‘Where Ya At’
[Verse 1: Future]
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas wouldn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at dog? You made me pull this gun out
Where your ass was at, dog, you went and switched sides?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas spread lies on him?
Where your ass was at, dog, when the bodies came sliding?
Where your ass was at, dog, when I was serving piles?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at, dog? You made me pull this gun out
Where your ass was at, dog, when I was in the Pyrex?
Where your ass was at, dog, when I was drinking Hi-Tech?
Where your ass was at, dog? Came through the projects
Where your ass at? We keep that fully loaded contracts
Had to rent that on the dick ass jocking
Running through the pussy like a nigga going jogging
Fuck a little Louis, put it in a bitch pocket
Put a pic with me on the gram now you popping
Where your ass was at when I was trapping in the stove?
Had to struggle to get where I’m at and sell dope
Jackie Chan moves got game in the choke
Gas rolling up in the blunt, Amoco
12 jumpers came in the spot to open up the dope
Carlo, Bob, Joe gotta young nigga coughing
Juugin’ out the stove and we still raised honest
Blowing on the O ho, we call that ho an onion[Verse 2: Drake]
Man, where your ass was at when we took the city over?
Where your ass was at when all they’d ask was what’s the hold up?
Where your ass was at when niggas first got the news?
Now your ass around because we’re paying back dues
Where were you? When all the dogs needed help
Lawyers and the commissary ain’t gon’ pay itself
Where your ass was at when we recorded in the bathroom?
Where your ass was at I take attendance like a classroom
Man I ain’t got no choice
Cause nowadays I swear this shit done changed up for the boy
I’m self-made, selfish with my women, self-employed
I’ll buy the neighbors house if they complain about the noise
Man, where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at, last winter was the coldest?
Fuck where you was at, I had the 6 on my shoulders[Verse 3: Future]
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas wouldn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at dog? You made me pull this gun out
60 for a walk thru bitch don’t panic
Had them bitches fall through fucking like a savage
Heard you tryna swim in the ocean no jacket
Heard that nigga came through squeezing on a ratchet
Heard that nigga came through squeezing on a ratchet
Serve a lot of dog food; call you a mutt
Where your ass was at dog, when I was on my come-up?
The reason I’m here today cause I ain’t never gave up
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn’t feed me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn’t need me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas tried to run off?
Where your ass was at, dog? You made me pull this gun out
Where you ass was at, when I was trapping at the stove?
Had to scrub to get where I was at and sell dope
Juugin’ out the stove and we still raised honest
Blowing on the O ho, we call that ho an onion