What I Be On lyrics

[Intro]
(Lil Ken on the track)
Watch his tone, speak wrong
That dumb sh*t, that's what I be on (Evidently, I been shoppin' with Ken)
That dumb sh*t, that's what I be on

[Chorus]
Watch his tone, he speak wrong and he might be gone
What's in my hands long and spit, this ain't a microphone
My stepper pointed at your top, he tryna strike your dome
That dumb sh*t, f*ck diss songs, that's what I be on
Steppin' with my brother, f*ck it if he right or wrong
I'm still that same n*gga by myself when I'm alone
If we can't get you, we come pick up who inside your home
But let me get back to the basics, b*tch, my pockets strong

[Verse 1]
It's cancer in the air, we bringin' out them rods
Spin in broad daylight or we comin' after dark
I'm tryna bust a n*gga's sh*t and send him to the Lord
Pull up with fifty in the clip, this b*tch gon' make some noise
b*tch, I'ma let you know, I can't go back and forth
Let's go to war, catch your car, knock your sh*t in park
Got twin cutters, brand new Glocks for you and all your boys
It's your decision, you could lose your brain or lose your heart
You doin' all that sh*t for clout, but you won't make it far
I keep it smart, gon' finish all that pus*y sh*t they start
Dive in that water and that's danger, you can't swim with sharks
Dive in that water and that's danger, you can't swim with sharks (Grah, baow, baow)
[Chorus]
Watch his tone, he speak wrong and he might be gone
What's in my hands long and spit, this ain't a microphone
My stepper pointed at your top, he tryna strike your dome
That dumb sh*t, f*ck diss songs, that's what I be on
Steppin' with my brother, f*ck it if he right or wrong
I'm still that same n*gga by myself when I'm alone
If we can't get you, we come pick up who inside your home
But let me get back to the basics, b*tch, my pockets strong

[Verse 2]
Automatic, hop out and go chase 'em, Boo make sure you face 'em
b*tch I need my meds 'fore I go crazy, menace I was labeled
I'm a nineties baby, I'm on top 'cause the drum hold eighty
Pop his top and watch his body lock up like I f*ckin' tased it
And I'm faded, Hi-Tech in my cup, it got me feelin' lazy
Run up playin', I'ma split your sh*t, this AR aim go brazy
23 the greatest, f*ck these pus*y n*ggas who be hatin'
You can be the latest to get your sh*t bust all on the pavement
Can't touch a n*gga, money long, I got a lot of cash
f*ck a n*gga, cross the line and gotta drop a bag
We clutchin' pistols, pus*y b*tch, don't make my shotta spazz
Hop in a rental, out the window, that's a bodybag (Bang)

[Chorus]
Watch his tone, he speak wrong and he might be gone
What's in my hands long and spit, this ain't a microphone
My stepper pointed at your top, he tryna strike your dome
That dumb sh*t, f*ck diss songs, that's what I be on
Steppin' with my brother, f*ck it if he right or wrong
I'm still that same n*gga by myself when I'm alone
If we can't get you, we come pick up who inside your home
But let me get back to the basics, b*tch, my pockets strong
[Outro]
Dumb sh*t what I be on
We gon' strike your dome
Bah-bah-bah-bah, baow