Wtf He On (feat. Yung Nico)

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Im like what the f*ck is he on
We some young niggas blowing on some strong
Bad bitches f*ck them send them home
Sorry boo I aint mean to do you wrong
I said baby what you want and what you need
Said that she was hungry only got her Mickey D's
Know she seen me in her dreams I put her on her knees
I was all in VIP and smoking hell of weed
She said she want smoke with me but she can't smoke for free
Maybe if she bust it down I'll toss a couple G's
Ricky Bobby with the shake and bake
Crack rock up on a paper plate
Take yo bitch up on a dinner date
Made her go and work the interstate
Still pouring lean up in that minute maid
Might go invest up in some real estate
Still blowing pounds like it was heavy weight
In between is where I penetrate
F*ck a nine to five on some minimum wage
Shoot a nigga up the murder rate
My bitch bad and oh she misbehave
Don't make me up this bitch and make me spray like raid
Im like what the f*ck is he on
We some young nigga blowing on some strong
Bad bitches f*ck them send them home
Sorry boo I aint mean to do you wrong
Me and Nico on a track, thats a banger
Rocking spinners like where the f*ck are some swangers
Play with me and boy your life is in danger
What did your mom say about hanging around with strangers
Talk to god and have you playing with angels
Shit ain't sweet
Nah this ain't your rainbow
Im talking bout licks
What's the stain for?
I still would switch lanes in that five-o
Who the hell is that still at the back door
My momma she raised her an asshole
Counting cash
Ill still blow a bag tho
Hella ass
And she throw it back bro
Moving fast and I pour the Ac slow
Another bag
That one get taxed on
Quarterback
I feel like Mac Jones
All these hoes
They can get passed on
Cause I get my mac on
I am the new Zac Efron
High School Musical you can get stepped on
And I'm fly I feel like the Jetsons
Came a long way from big rock and a big pot with a little plate
Came a long way from a big block with a wrist watch on a dinner date
Pockets stay filled up with big knots with a big thot on the interstate
Same way that her lips locked had my wrists locked on some thinner weight
Im like what the f*ck is he on
We some young nigga blowing on some strong
Bad bitches f*ck them send them home
Sorry boo I ain't mean to do you wrong
Aye baby yeah my fault just grab my number

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