JayDaYoungan - What I Be On lyrics

Watch his tone, he speak wrong and he might be gone What's in my hands, long as fitness, ain't a microphone Might step and point it at your top, he tryna strike your dome That dump sh**, f** diss songs, that's what I be on Steppin' with my brother, f** it if he right or wrong I'm still that same n***a, by myself when I'm alone If we can't get you, we come peek-a-boo inside your home But let me get back to the basics, b**h my pockets strong 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***a's sh** and send him to the lord Pull up with fifty in the clip, this b**h gon' make some noise b**h I'ma let you know, I can't go back and forth Let's go to war, catch your car, knock your sh** 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** for clout but you won't make it far I keep it smart, gon' finish all that p**y sh** 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 Watch his tone, he speak wrong and he might be gone What's in my hands, long as fitness, ain't a microphone Might step and point it at your top, he tryna strike your dome That dump sh**, f** diss songs, that's what I be on Steppin' with my brother, f** it if he right or wrong I'm still that same n***a, by myself when I'm alone If we can't get you, we come peek-a-boo inside your home But let me get back to the basics, b**h my pockets strong Automatic, hop out and go chase it, we make sure you face 'em b**h I need my meds 'fore I go crazy, menace I was labeled I'm a nineties baby, I'm on top 'cause the drum on eighty Pop his top and watch his body lock up like I f**in' tased it And I'm faded, Hi-Tech in my cup, it got me feelin' lazy Run up playin', I'ma split your sh**, this AR aim go brazy Twenty-three the greatest, f** these p**y n***as who be hatin' You can be the latest to get your sh** bust all on the pavement Can't touch a n***a, money long, I got a lot of cash f** a n***a, cross the line and gotta drop a bag We clutchin' pistols, p**y b**h, don't make my choppers spazz Hop in a rental, out the window, that's a bodybag Watch his tone, he speak wrong and he might be gone What's in my hands, long as fitness, ain't a microphone Might step and point it at your top, he tryna strike your dome That dumb sh**, f** diss songs, that's what I be on Steppin' with my brother, f** it if he right or wrong I'm still that same n***a, by myself when I'm alone If we can't get you, we come peek-a-boo inside your home But let me get back to the basics, b**h my pockets strong