On What (feat. Blizz)

Lamo bout that mothafuckin business, ya dig? I ain't got no time to chase these bitches, ya dig? Small talk makes me feel like you're a midget, ya dig? I need all my interest and digits, ya dig? Aww man, aw damn here we go again Feel like easy money on game day, show you how to go and get another win All you sideliners stay up on the bench, I'm in defense take no offense Yo whole rap career man its over with, can you catch a L? I'll let you hold the shit I just noticed that your bitch was noticing, I put in work, yeah I be on some shit You know how the game goes, play hard, get the token, you gon get them bonuses Absolutely disrespectful, I'm bogus, December born, best for last, I'm the coldest I do not gotta talk about drugs in my music That's how you niggas know I'm the dopest I admit it I be bragging and boasting, I don't really make sense I'm the slowest Prime example this a song about nothing I'm over here thinking bout head When I wrote this And all y'all copies can quote this, and I think she like me better when I'm open And I think I like it better when I'm zoning, gang gang in the back we was toasting On what bro? On What Bro? On What Bro? On What Bro? On What Bro? On What Bro? On What Bro? On What Bro? On everything I'm honest like the promise of a wedding Tell these suckas check the pedigree You see the flow on amphetamine It's pure dope that I'm peddling Who better than the letter b I'm gettin lettuce Now ya lady tryna let us see You on her nerves Gettin curved Like the letter C I'm pulling strings Like a young nigga cello-ing Holy son like the sun when its settling I give a f*ck about the past Cause you looking at the future Stupid you been snoozing Blizzard got the juice I stripped em for the loot I'm looney wit the tunes For niggas on that goof shit Yeah Gotta keep them dice rolled Cooler than being cool Cuz a nigga ice cold By diamonds they be amused Cuz we living life low I live in a different view My vision is psycho Blizz-o hella schizo Roll a spliff and I go flip mode Bust a rhyme like my names trevor But this heres a different tempo Bitch I'm gifted I stay lifted Blow a cartridge like Nintendo Kicking it flipping it like gymnastics You hella synthetic my nigga you plastic I got the medicine dripping in magic F*ck all yo rhetoric bullshit you sellin it I work the elements like science classes Biologically I am your dad bitch Smooth motherfucka But shit could get tragic Do as I say or whipping asses You could get disciplined Wishin you savage Take em to school no clowns inmy classes Bitch