Que - We Be On lyrics

[Hook: Que] I smoke gas and I take meds I sip purp and I drink red If you ain't my n***a I don't shake hands And ‘round here, we make b**hes break bread That the type of sh** that we be on That the type of sh** that we be on That the type of sh** that we be on That the type of sh** that we be on [Verse 1: Que] I'm the type of n***a that'll break a b**h Ballin' on that 2002 Lakers sh** sh**'s goin' right, feel like I'm Michael Jordan Took your b**h and upgraded her for Michael Kors We set all the trends, the other n***as follow And for that paper I'll knock the beef straight out your taco Head honcho, I'm plugged with Pablo Four-five Glock stole, it's loaded with hollow, oh Only rock gold, my n***as will not fold, no Top floor at the W, we mob ho, oh Knock the p**y out, two piece and a combo, oh Red dot woah, turn n***as to John Doe [Hook: Que] I smoke gas and I take meds I sip purp and I drink red If you ain't my n***a I don't shake hands And ‘round here, we make b**hes break bread That the type of sh** that we be on That the type of sh** that we be on That the type of sh** that we be on That the type of sh** that we be on [Verse 2: Que] I'm a dog n***a and my n***as is too Styrofoam cup filled up with pimp juice They want to ride the wave but they don't know how to surf I don't want to hit you blank, you can keep that dirt Took a vacation just to clear my mind I know your j**elry fake, I can tell how it shine Ooh, I smoke gas and I pop strips Money p**y d**, them my three addictions I'm with the same n***as, never switching up my mixes Getting top inside my office like I'm Bill Clinton How the hell he do that Selling dick to all these b**hes, only known for New Jack [Hook: Que] I smoke gas and I take meds I sip purp and I drink red If you ain't my n***a I don't shake hands And ‘round here, we make b**hes break bread That the type of sh** that we be on That the type of sh** that we be on That the type of sh** that we be on That the type of sh** that we be on [Verse 3: Que] You ain't got my payola, it's game over If she ain't tryna f**, do not bring her over Now it's time, overtime to wake him up And nine times out of ten the dog why y'all breaking up Hopping out that Tesla Rolex with the big bald head like Uncle Fester Top chopped dog I'm with you big and top dog She s** me so long she caught lockjaw Hopping out the Tahoe, got the woadie with me Got a point to prove that I can f** these boujie b**hes Mixing up the xannys with the adderall I'm a dog, I got b**hes in my catalog [Hook: Que] I smoke gas and I take meds I sip purp and I drink red If you ain't my n***a I don't shake hands And ‘round here, we make b**hes break bread That the type of sh** that we be on That the type of sh** that we be on That the type of sh** that we be on That the type of sh** that we be on