What You On lyrics

[Intro: Kay Flock & AC Zoe]
Glo made that beat?
700, DOA, be the move, like
Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, huh, like
Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah
What? Like, like

[Verse 1: AC Zoe]
Hop out the V and we screamin' out, "Who that?", We tryna see who gon' toss out the whip
I'm tryna walk up, shoot that .40 with beams and the sticks, better pray that I miss
Screamin' out Matt, he restin' in p*ss
Angel a b*tch, told his mom, "Suck a di*k"
Knock on the side and it came with a kick
f*ck all the opps, we gon' empty the blick, gang
Walk up shootin', they ain't never gon miss
They know my body, I walk with a limp
Gotta walk with a chop', them n*ggas tryna spin
Two hoes in the spot tryna whine on a di*k
If a n*gga move funny, shells beating his ribs
Keep me a welly, thеy know that it's lit
I'm on the Telly, big dope out thе zip
Chevy and Teji, we do all the tricks, like, gang
My n*ggas walk up, f*ck all the chattin'
Tell Minky to off 'em
He really wit' it, tell brodie just spark 'em
Spinnin' on Rah, that boy in a coffin
Like, wait, n*ggas is fags
They know the line, I ain't ever gon 'cap
Big .40 on me, no kick, gon' clap
And it's all to the Sev, lotta n*ggas be mad
Had to keep it a buck
Dougie B wildin', he ain't lettin' up
I'ma keep clickin' 'til he in a blunt
Fetti my brother, for bro, you get touched
And they know what's up
Beam on the Glizzy, is ya killer gon' bust?
Bendin' the youngin's, these hoes gon' bust
f*ck all the chattin', tell n*ggas link up
'Cause I ain't gon' tuss'
[Verse 2: Kay Flock]
n*ggas ain't tough to be actin' on phones (Phones)
Let's link up and let's see what you on (b*tch, what you on?)
When I'm angry, I'm spinnin' alone (Like)
Talk on Blay and this .30 get drawn (Grrah)
They say, "Kay, you be buggin' (Grrah-grrah)
Like, brodie what's wrong?" (Wrong)
I don't know, I just get in my zone (Like, grrah-grrah)
I start clickin' 'til this sh*t is gone (Like)
Most of my opps bunny hop to my songs (I sit)
I sit back 'cause this sh*t is funny to me (Like, like)
They see me, start runnin' from me (Dummy)
They be cappin' like they did somethin' to me
But, they ain't do nothin' to me (Stupid, like)
Like, what y'all did to me?
Got a .40, what's up? No artillery (Grrah-grrah)
DOA be the move and I shoot with no sympathy (Grrah-grrah)
n*ggas see me and switch up they energy (pus*y)

[Verse 3: B Lovee]
When I pop out, they change up their energy
Like, they know the .40, it stick to me
Don't got the gun, he get beat out of his misery
He keep dissin', but he ain't do sh*t to me
Said he boomin', I guess that he missin' me
Ask him, "How many shots they be sendin' me?"
That boy ain't a threat, he a kid to me, like
They know that sh*t stick to me
Pour a four, and I get in that zone
Catch a opp, he ain't makin' it home
Opp thot shakin' ass to my songs
n*ggas goofy, we cannot get along
.30 on me, clip is very long
Run up on me, now he in a song
Gave her Henny, now she in her thongs
f*ck the opps, tryna see where they at
Bro in the back with a beam on his TEC
Lil' opp thot, she go deep with the neck
Ain't no way he could go with the beam on his neck
Go take the bling off his neck
If he don't give it up, give him heat from the TEC
Throw it up, COE be the set
Like, you know the vibes, COE to the death