What Im On
Uh aye uh uh uh
Doin shit what I'm on
Pop a pill melatonin
To the dome feelin gone
Uh uh
Doin shit what I'm on
Lil baby wanna see me
Everybody fighting demons
Mimic nigga trynna be me
Nigga no you cannot be me
Worried bout me go get some bread
Put a green light on his head
I don't know what I'm on
How she got me on the phone
Uh
Blow the wood alone cause that's what I be on
I'm comfortable in my skin
She trynna get under my skin
Run the play tell her what she want
I'll do it if that mean I win
Sorry God I had to sin
Excited I'm blowing again
S-H-E on the team
Fuck a band I need 10
Feelin good know you got money
It doesn't matter in the end
Got a couple inches over niggas, doesn't matter still treat her like my baby
Why not go get me a 100
Prove to my peoples I'm something
You can't tell me what I'm on
When a lot of these niggas do nothing
Keeping it real I lost niggas before best believe that I'll do it again
He blowing a bag on a hoe that never deserved it he did it again
Me and my niggas so close, we fraternal not identical twins
I don't even like her but already fucked her so might as well hit it again
Uh uh
Doin shit what I'm on
Pop a pill take a melly
To the dome feelin gone
Uh uh
I don't know what I'm on
Lil baby wanna see me
Everybody fighting demons
Mimic nigga trynna be me
Nigga no you cannot be me
Worried bout me go get some bread
Put a green light on his head
I don't know what I'm on
How she got me on the phone
Uh
Blow the wood alone cause that's what I be on
Doin shit what I'm on
Pop a pill melatonin
To the dome feelin gone
Uh uh
Doin shit what I'm on
Lil baby wanna see me
Everybody fighting demons
Mimic nigga trynna be me
Nigga no you cannot be me
Worried bout me go get some bread
Put a green light on his head
I don't know what I'm on
How she got me on the phone
Uh
Blow the wood alone cause that's what I be on
I'm comfortable in my skin
She trynna get under my skin
Run the play tell her what she want
I'll do it if that mean I win
Sorry God I had to sin
Excited I'm blowing again
S-H-E on the team
Fuck a band I need 10
Feelin good know you got money
It doesn't matter in the end
Got a couple inches over niggas, doesn't matter still treat her like my baby
Why not go get me a 100
Prove to my peoples I'm something
You can't tell me what I'm on
When a lot of these niggas do nothing
Keeping it real I lost niggas before best believe that I'll do it again
He blowing a bag on a hoe that never deserved it he did it again
Me and my niggas so close, we fraternal not identical twins
I don't even like her but already fucked her so might as well hit it again
Uh uh
Doin shit what I'm on
Pop a pill take a melly
To the dome feelin gone
Uh uh
I don't know what I'm on
Lil baby wanna see me
Everybody fighting demons
Mimic nigga trynna be me
Nigga no you cannot be me
Worried bout me go get some bread
Put a green light on his head
I don't know what I'm on
How she got me on the phone
Uh
Blow the wood alone cause that's what I be on
Credits
Writer(s): Da’ronn Gaither
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