What I Be On

(Lil Ken on the track)

Watch his tone, speak wrong

(That dumb shit, that's what I be on) evidently, I been shoppin' with Ken
(That dumb shit, that's what I be on)

Watch his tone, he speak wrong and he might be gone
What's in my hands long and spit, this ain't a microphone
My stepper pointed at your top, he tryna strike your dome
That dumb shit, fuck diss songs, that's what I be on

Steppin' with my brother, fuck it if he right or wrong
I'm still that same nigga by myself when I'm alone
If we can't get you, we come pick up who inside your home
But let me get back to the basics, bitch, my pockets strong

It's cancer in the air, we bringin' out them rods
Spin in broad daylight or we comin' after dark
I'm tryna bust a nigga's shit and send him to the Lord
Pull up with 50 in the clip, this bitch gon' make some noise

Bitch, I'ma let you know, I can't go back and forth
Let's go to war, catch your car, knock your shit in park
Got twin cutters, brand new Glocks for you and all your boys
It's your decision, you could lose your brain or lose your heart

You doin' all that shit for clout, but you won't make it far
I keep it smart, gon' finish all that pussy shit they start
Dive in that water and that's danger, you can't swim with sharks
Dive in that water and that's danger, you can't swim with sharks (grah, baow, baow)

Watch his tone, he speak wrong and he might be gone
What's in my hands long and spit, this ain't a microphone
My stepper pointed at your top, he tryna strike your dome
That dumb shit, fuck diss songs, that's what I be on

Steppin' with my brother, fuck it if he right or wrong
I'm still that same nigga by myself when I'm alone
If we can't get you, we come pick up who inside your home
But let me get back to the basics, bitch, my pockets strong

Automatic, hop out and go chase 'em, Boo make sure you face 'em
Bitch I need my meds 'fore I go crazy, menace I was labeled
I'm a '90s baby, I'm on top 'cause the drum hold 80
Pop his top and watch his body lock up like I fuckin' tased it

And I'm faded, Hi-Tech in my cup, it got me feelin' lazy
Run up playin', I'ma split your shit, this AR aim go brazy
23 the greatest, fuck these pussy niggas who be hatin'
You can be the latest to get your shit bust all on the pavement

Can't touch a nigga, money long, I got a lot of cash
Fuck a nigga, cross the line and gotta drop a bag
We clutchin' pistols, pussy bitch, don't make my shotta spazz
Hop in a rental, out the window, that's a bodybag (bang)

Watch his tone, he speak wrong and he might be gone
What's in my hands long and spit, this ain't a microphone
My stepper pointed at your top, he tryna strike your dome
That dumb shit, fuck diss songs, that's what I be on

Steppin' with my brother, fuck it if he right or wrong
I'm still that same nigga by myself when I'm alone
If we can't get you, we come pick up who inside your home
But let me get back to the basics, bitch, my pockets strong

(Dumb shit what I be on)
(We gon' strike your dome)
(Bah-bah-bah, baow)