What I Be On - JayDaYoungan

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 shit, fuck diss songs, that’s what I be on

Steppin' with my brother, fuck it if he right or wrong

I’m still that same nigga, 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, bitch 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 nigga’s shit and send him to the lord

Pull up with fifty in the clip, this bitch gon' make some noise

Bitch I’ma let you know, I can’t go back and forth

Let’s go to war, catch your car, knock your shit 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 shit for clout but you won’t make it far

I keep it smart, gon' finish all that pussy shit 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 shit, fuck diss songs, that’s what I be on

Steppin' with my brother, fuck it if he right or wrong

I’m still that same nigga, 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, bitch my pockets strong

Automatic, hop out and go chase it, we make sure you face 'em

Bitch 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 fuckin' tased it

And I’m faded, Hi-Tech in my cup, it got me feelin' lazy

Run up playin', I’ma split your shit, this AR aim go brazy

Twenty-three the greatest, fuck these pussy niggas who be hatin'

You can be the latest to get your shit bust all on the pavement

Can’t touch a nigga, money long, I got a lot of cash

Fuck a nigga, cross the line and gotta drop a bag

We clutchin' pistols, pussy bitch, 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 shit, fuck diss songs, that’s what I be on

Steppin' with my brother, fuck it if he right or wrong

I’m still that same nigga, 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, bitch my pockets strong