what u on? Lyrics

Wake up in the morning, bitch what you on

Next year I'll be touring, eating filet mignon

What the fuck nigga

Get the fuck out my comments, this ain't luck nigga

Stop talking that shit in my comments

Stop talking that shit I might off ya

Bitch I just started this really might off year

Bitch wanna talk, I cannot

I can't communicate

Oh my god this bitch mad like huh

What is your mood today

Ah, I cannot win with this girl

Ah, she gon' still make it twirl

Ah, look at my neck, pearls

I smoke get geeky like I am Earl

I pipe her, she needy, no we not the same

I whip my Lexus inside is wood grain

Uh, yeah, uh, yeah

Whip out the ruger that bitch go

Uh, me and my team we eatin' like

Yeah, fuckin' that bitch pull her hair like

Uh, Tim whip the Camry, that bitch got no tail light

Yeah, bro finna ahem

Slide on em phew phew

Both of them bitches, ha ha

Get high off the edible, now they seein' tie-dye

Nigga said he gettin' that money and I just gave him the side eye

Bitch hop on the dick just like a bunny

After I kick her out, bye bye

Hasta luego, when I'm in the booth

I'm spittin' fuego, pull out the draco

we aimin' at you, uh

Don't give two fucks, I got two chains

On me, and they gold as fuck

He talk about the gang, homie

Huh, on me, he bold as fuck

You ain't got no motion, you old as fuck

You ain't got no money, bitch, give it up

You ain't got no gun, nigga, I keep it tucked

When I'm with your bitch, she want me to fuck her

I give her the dick, turn around, tuck her

Bitch, I am him, you really under me

I don't hit bitches up , they just come to me

I seen the vision, huh, it's in front of me

Smoke weed, go to sleep, in my dreams, had a lot to eat

Thank the Lord, he just blessin me

Guap galore, I'm speakin' flexinese

Wake up in the morning

Bitch, what you on

Next year, I'll be touring

Eatin' filet mignon

Wake up in the morning

Bitch, what you on

Next year, I'll be touring

Eatin' filet mignon