Fuk Is They On?

Fuck is they on, the fuck do you mean
I'm on this gas, might pop me a bean
I'm on this gas, a young nigga geeked
She let me smash, do that for the free

Fuck is they on, fuck do you mean
Smoking on strong, might pop me a bean
I'm off gas and I'm off X, lil bitch I'm geeked
I got racks, might turn that lil bitch to a fiend
What I been on, I'm doing me
I got this money on me, I might turn that lil bitch to a freak
And I got Marni on me, I put Balenciaga my jeans
That bitch keep hitting my phone, had to leave that bitch on seen

She tryna fuck with the team, watch how my young niggas hop out that Jeep
Slide, we gone creep
Name a young nigga go harder than me
Can't, and I ain't even reached my peak
Tell that lil nigga he can't get a feat, yo shit trash, and yo shit weak
Why that lil bitch keep on talking bout sorry bout that, she must think I don't listen to Yeat
Shoutout to Autumn, still the same nigga that came from the bottom
He talking down on the gang, imma pop 'em, we get him gone if that boy got a problem
I put my shawty in Baleneciaga, said she want Chanel, and Fendi, and Prada
I never lack cause I stay with some shottas
We watching for ops in this bitch like a proctor, damn
Tell these lil niggas I'm back, know I ain't dropped in a minute, but I had to take me some time to get back on track
These niggas thought I was finished, thought they could take my spot but that shit wraps
Heard that lil tape that you dropped, it was wack
Been working, I don't got no time to relax
I'm swervin, I'm speeding while I'm in that cat
If he talking down, we leaving him flat
I'm off a perky, don't know how to act
I'm in this bitch with my Twizzy, my Slatt
Like Faygo, we take that lil boy off the map
Yo hoe want me, cause my pockets fat
I told the bitch, get back
I feel like Uzi, cause my money longer, ain't no time for a hoe, I be chasing the racks

Fuck is they on, fuck do you mean
Smoking on strong, might pop me a bean
I'm off gas and I'm off X, lil bitch I'm geeked
I got racks, might turn that lil bitch to a fiend
What I been on, I'm doing me
I got this money on me, I might turn that lil bitch to a freak
And I got Marni on me, I put Balenciaga my jeans
That bitch keep hitting my phone, had to leave that bitch on seen

I'm getting money, a fuck nigga get in the way of the pape we leave blood in the scene
Huh, ballin, outta yo league, no Tana but I had to get off the leash, I had to block her and then go delete
I might spend ten on a Patek Philipe, new AP, wrist on freeze
None of y'all niggas is fuckin with me, I'm too geeked, I'm too T'd

Fuck is they on, fuck do you mean
Smoking on strong, might pop me a bean
I'm off gas and I'm off X, lil bitch I'm geeked
I got racks, might turn that lil bitch to a fiend
What I been on, I'm doing me
I got this money on me, I might turn that lil bitch to a freak
And I got Marni on me, I put Balenciaga my jeans
That bitch keep hitting my phone, had to leave that bitch on seen



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Writer(s): Arrian Hearn
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