What U On ?

(Yop, talk to 'em nigga) None of these ran through hoes be hard You ain't no real ass gangsta, so don't pull my card Bitches be tryna run game but never get too far This Glock 'a have you jumping and ducking like Dancing With The Stars The media hype weak niggas up, it's intriguing Wanna flex on the gram, but we know looks can be deceiving Ain't no real street niggas, what y'all be rapping I ain't seeing Pack it up lil homie gon' head and get to leaving (Get the f*ck on) I'm married to the money but I'm in love with the weed and Shit it treat me so good I might commit treason Blow you to next week for playing tough with me believe it (Bow! bow!) Ion take no shit, nah ion f*ck around with heathens Man, you ain't got shit in yo pockets, but you tryna be hot Want my leftovers so bad, might as well eat out the pot Wanna be bad and boujee so bad, bitch you a thot I ain't no Father Time but this hoe bouta get clocked I'm bouta stick her ass like a pin I got the drop And I would flip on you hoes but y'all done already flopped (For real doe) All the opps pimples, cause they bouta get popped Clean bitches up with the chop, lil Swiffer I call her mop Bitch! You is not gang, you is not a member Pimp smack you so hard you'll fly back to last December Got me fucked up like we got in a fender bender Talking choppy, smooth you out Nina put you inna blender (Graa!) If you wanna play dumb, ima get stupid I'm a nigga with attitude so I'm bound to get ruthless Now this bitch is a airhead, she acting real clueless Nigga better train his dragon 'for she end up toothless, the f*ck Bitch! What is you on You better tighten up before I gotta get you gone Ion beef with no bitches and I ain't picking no bones Now leave me 'lone, 'for you get held up, no Nia Long Is you seeing what I'm saying I don't deal with no problems Call the Glocky Nancy Drew because I know she gon solve 'em Bitch you got one time, Russian Roulette, revolver Leave yo head smushed like a Gumball, no Darwin, goofy