W Y O (What You On)

Mike Willy with me b***h
Thugger, Thugger, baby
I'm out in the booth eating candy and shit
(Candy and shit)
Can't get enough, (Can't get enough)
Eeeeeeeeeeeee (Blatt)
I **** back the stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home
No matter what you can't take me off the throne
Aye I **** with your shit
But I don't know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Aye I **** with your shit
But I don't know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Yeah I **** with your shit
But I don't know what you on
That was a mistake, I didn't mean to say that
I piss on that b***h and she don't tell no one
I don't play that
I'm real, I just told you
So you can know where your lil' bae at
And if you ever play about that lil' b***h
I'll beat you like where Zay at
They say no one do it better
Motor geeked up all etcetera
Hop out with thousands of predators
I'm hungry, I want some competitors
And that shit get fly like a pelican
I'm in LA, I want me some editors
Don't step on this landmine
I'm geeked out my mind, I'm not mankind
But this stick I'ma blast mine
Your b***h a tutor, you can class mine
Chanel first, no you can't last mine
Didn't I tell you 'bout that last time
I'm eating so good, it's that crab time
I had me some cheese, yeah, I Kraft mine
Barter 6, b***h, halftime (Blatt)
I **** back the stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home
No matter what you can't take me off the throne
Aye I **** with your shit
But I don't know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Aye I **** with your shit
But I don't know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Yeah I **** with your shit
But I don't know what you on
Pull up on a b***h
In that that foreign with exhaust
I just kicked that b***h up out my car
And made her walk
No I'm not from Texas
But I pull up kickin' sauce (ooooohhh weeeee)
Christmastime, I spent half a ticket for Jack Frost
I stuff that b***h in a fender bender
Bend that b***h over like sinner sinner
**** the police, Man they trying to kill us
But I think they know that them slimes are killers (SLIME)
Yeah I think they know that them slimes are triller
The lots and lots lots of niggas
**** 'em all like we some thottie niggas
I need four wheels like a tri-cycle
**** on her friend and she know it, she know it
I bought a Jag and then show it, then show it
Cuz I really love it, didn't do it to show it
Bought a G5 for my boys, my boys
**** a car note, I don't owe her nothing oh
Lactose intolerant, Bae I'm spoiled, I'm spoiled
Take me some bars and take off to the stars
I done got so high, man, I think I see God (Hey Baby)
I **** back the stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home
No matter what you can't take me off the throne
Aye I **** with your shit
But I don't know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Aye I **** with your shit
But I don't know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Yeah I **** with your shit
But I don't know what you on
Pull up on a b***h
In that that foreign with exhaust
Pull up on a b***h
In that that foreign with exhaust
Pull up on a b***h
In that that foreign with exhaust
With exhaust
With exhaust