fuk is they on? Lyrics

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