What Im On Lyrics

S4L shit bitch

Smoking on Obama

That henny what I'm on

Got the shades on, so you can't tell that I'm gone

Even though you smell the strong

Go ghost cause I don't like that media shit

It just be blowing me

Don't want you to know what I be on

You don't know what I be on

Don't want them to know what we be on

They don't know what we be on

I really don't be going for shit, y'all hoes just too boring

Can't forget the 305, that first time seeing a foreign

Trust these hoes be goin'

Suck me in the mornin'

Smacking all up on her ass I'm fucking while I'm smokin'

But you know it got a lil' kick back

We rides the wave and then she rolls it

If I find a model, then so be it she was chosen

It's poking in them Nike Pros, its just 10 in the morning

Tryna' count up these hunduns' so much it feel like a chore to me

In the booth all day until I build a masterpiece

On the track, I kills the beat I feel like Wayne on Carter 3

Ain't no nigga seeing me

Like alphabet, that's letter 3

Multiply the Jackson by the Lincoln times a G, that's to sign me

Don't want you to know what I be on

You don't know what I be on

Don't want them to know what we be on

They don't know what we be on

I want a lamb in my crib and chop the roof off

Like I'm Mexican, Ion' een fuck round with foos-ball

Y'all indentured servants, to the label take the teeth off

Stuck it in her nostril, I'ma doctor here's a nose job

I'm throwed off