What I’m On lyrics

[Chorus: Lawsy]
This that top shelf sh*t, you can't hit this blunt (Hit this blunt)
I got b*tches all across the globe tryna f*ck (Tryna f*ck)
Grown b*tches only thing that I want (That I want)
Junkie loving life, I sold him what he on (What he on)
This that Sexxnb sh*t, you ain't on what I'm on
This that top shelf sh*t, you can't hit this blunt (Hit this blunt)
I got b*tches all across the globe tryna f*ck (Tryna f*ck)
Grown b*tches only thing that I want (That I want)
Junkie loving life, I sold him what he on (What he on)
This that Sexxnb sh*t, you ain't on what I'm on

[Verse 1: Lawsy]
I got b*tches in this crib, they gon' take off they thongs (Damn)
And I'm with this white ho sniffin' Adderall (Adderall, b*tch)
Damn right, b*tch, all we do is ball
When I'm tryna f*ck, it just take one call (Boom)
Too many options, man, I swear I can't pick (I can't pick)
I keep scorin' meds, doctor think I'm hella sick (Hella sick)
If you talkin' 'bout that money, b*tch, you bet I'm listening (Bet I'm listening)
I walk in the club with a stick, b*tch, I'ma bring it in
I serve packs when I'm bored, that's just what I do (What I do)
Like a plumber, b*tch, you know we bringin' in hella tools
The Glock with a switch? Or the Drac'? What do I choose? (What do I choose?)
Bruh tweaked out off the Fent', he can't move
[Chorus: Lawsy]
This that top shelf sh*t, you can't hit this blunt (Hit this blunt)
I got b*tches all across the globe tryna f*ck (Tryna f*ck)
Grown b*tches only thing that I want (That I want)
Junkie loving life, I sold him what he on (What he on)
This that Sexxnb sh*t, you ain't on what I'm on
This that top shelf sh*t, you can't hit this blunt (Hit this blunt)
I got b*tches all across the globe tryna f*ck (Tryna f*ck)
Grown b*tches only thing that I want (That I want)
Junkie loving life, I sold him what he on (What he on)
This that Sexxnb sh*t, you ain't on what I'm on

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
You ain't on what I'm on, you don't pour what we pour
You don't roll what we roll, you don't go where we go
sh*t, just show after show, on the road, 'round the globe
You ain't on what we on, you ain't on what we on
I was in the field before the booth like Antonio Brown
Told him if he ship it with a CD, he gon' owe me a pound
If he want a job, he gotta put his portfolio down
2023, it's Richard Mille, the Rollie for now
Seen him out and he ain't say a word, he must have laryngitis
Pull up, leave 'em flatter than a tire without air inside it
Fiends sharing needles at the spot, ain't even sterilize 'em
On the top shelf, smokin' good, it got me paragliding
[Chorus: Lawsy]
This that top shelf sh*t, you can't hit this blunt (Hit this blunt)
I got b*tches all across the globe tryna f*ck (Tryna f*ck)
Grown b*tches only thing that I want (That I want)
Junkie loving life, I sold him what he on (What he on)
This that Sexxnb sh*t, you ain't on what I'm on
This that top shelf sh*t, you can't hit this blunt (Hit this blunt)
I got b*tches all across the globe tryna f*ck (Tryna f*ck)
Grown b*tches only thing that I want (That I want)
Junkie loving life, I sold him what he on (What he on)
This that Sexxnb sh*t, you ain't on what I'm on

[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Spin the double R and turn they block into a ghost town
I been in the water with whatever since I dove down
Higher than an astronaut, I pour pints and smoke pounds
Swing that hammer for some justice like I'm Joe Brown
Shooter hit him with a combination
Cartier bifocals, I'm just observating
Off an Addy, not the drop, b*tch, I'm concentrating, sh*t

[Outro: BabyTron]
Boy, get yo' stupid ass up