What You On

Well, they all be the move, like Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, huh, like Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah What? Like, like Hop out the V and we screamin' out, "Who that?" We tryna see who gon' toss out the whip I'm tryna walk up, shoot that .40 With beams and the sticks, better pray that I miss Screamin' out, "Matt!" He restin' in piss Angel a bitch, told his mom, "Suck a dick" Knock on the side and it came with a kick Fuck all the opps, we gon' empty the blick, gang Walk up shootin', they ain't never gon miss They know my body, I walk with a limp Gotta walk with a chop', them niggas tryna spin Two hoes in the spot tryna whine on a dick If a nigga move funny, shells beating his ribs Keep me a welly, they know that it's lit I'm on the Telly, big dope out the zip Chevy and Teji, we do all the tricks, like, gang My niggas walk up, fuck all the chattin' Tell Minky to off 'em He really with it, tell brodie just spark 'em Spinnin' on Rah, that boy in a coffin Like, wait, niggas is fags They know the line, I ain't ever gon 'cap Big .40 on me, no kick, gon' clap And it's all to the Sev, lotta niggas be mad Had to keep it a buck Dougie B wildin', he ain't lettin' up I'ma keep clickin' 'til he in a blunt Fetti my brother, for bro, you get touched And they know what's up Beam on the Glizzy, is ya killer gon' bust? Bendin' the youngin's, these hoes gon' bust Fuck all the chattin', tell niggas link up 'Cause I ain't gon' tuss' 'Gas ain't tough to be actin' on phones (phones) Let's link up and let's see what you on (bitch, what you on?) When I'm angry, I'm spinnin' alone (like) Talk on Blay and this .30 get drawn (grrah) They say, "Kay, you be buggin' (grrah-grrah), like, brodie what's wrong?" (Wrong) I don't know, I just get in my zone (like, grrah-grrah) I start clickin' 'til this shit is gone (like) Most of my opps bunny hop to my songs (I sit) I sit back, 'cause this shit is funny to me (like, like) They see me, start runnin' from me (dummy) They be cappin' like they did somethin' to me But, they ain't do nothin' to me (stupid, like) Like, what y'all did to me? Got a .40, what's up? No artillery (grrah-grrah) DOA be the move, and I shoot with no sympathy (grrah-grrah) Niggas see me and switch up they energy (pussy) When I pop out, they change up their energy Like, they know the .40, it stick to me Don't got the gun, he get beat out of his misery He keep dissin', but he ain't do shit to me Said he boomin', I guess that he missin' me Ask him, "How many shots they be sendin' me?" That boy ain't a threat, he a kid to me, like They know that shit stick to me Pour a four, and I get in that zone Catch a opp, he ain't makin' it home Opp thot shakin' ass to my songs Niggas goofy, we cannot get along .30 on me, clip is very long Run up on me, now he in a song Gave her Henny, now she in her thongs Fuck the opps, tryna see where they at Bro in the back with a beam on his TEC Lil' opp thot, she go deep with the neck Ain't no way he could go with the beam on his neck Go take the bling off his neck If he don't give it up, give him heat from the TEC Throw it up, COE be the set Like, you know the vibes, COE to the death 'Gas ain't tough to be actin' on phones (phones) Let's link up and let's see what you on (bitch, what you on?) When I'm angry, I'm spinnin' alone (like) Talk on Blay and this .30 get drawn (grrah) They say, "Kay, you be buggin' (grrah-grrah), like, brodie what's wrong?" (Wrong) I don't know, I just get in my zone (like, grrah-grrah) I start clickin' 'til this shit is gone (like) Most of my opps bunny hop to my songs (I sit) I sit back, 'cause this shit is funny to me (like, like) They see me, start runnin' from me (dummy) They be cappin' like they did somethin' to me But, they ain't do nothin' to me (stupid, like) Like, what y'all did to me? Got a .40, what's up? No artillery (grrah-grrah) DOA be the move and I shoot with no sympathy (grrah-grrah) Niggas see me and switch up they energy (pussy)