What I’m On

Lyrics

[Chorus: Lawsy] This that top shelf shit, you can't hit this blunt (Hit this blunt) I got bitches all across the globe tryna fuck (Tryna fuck) Grown bitches only thing that I want (That I want) Junkie loving life, I sold him what he on (What he on) This that Sexxnb shit, you ain't on what I'm on This that top shelf shit, you can't hit this blunt (Hit this blunt) I got bitches all across the globe tryna fuck (Tryna fuck) Grown bitches only thing that I want (That I want) Junkie loving life, I sold him what he on (What he on) This that Sexxnb shit, you ain't on what I'm on [Verse 1: Lawsy] I got bitches in this crib, they gon' take off they thongs (Damn) And I'm with this white ho sniffin' Adderall (Adderall, bitch) Damn right, bitch, all we do is ball When I'm tryna fuck, it just take one call (Boom) Too many options, man, I swear I can't pick (I can't pick) I keep scorin' meds, doctor think I'm hella sick (Hella sick) If you talkin' 'bout that money, bitch, you bet I'm listening (Bet I'm listening) I walk in the club with a stick, bitch, I'ma bring it in I serve packs when I'm bored, that's just what I do (What I do) Like a plumber, bitch, you know we bringin' in hella tools The Glock with a switch? Or the Drac'? What do I choose? (What do I choose?) Bruh tweaked out off the Fent', he can't move [Chorus: Lawsy] This that top shelf shit, you can't hit this blunt (Hit this blunt) I got bitches all across the globe tryna fuck (Tryna fuck) Grown bitches only thing that I want (That I want) Junkie loving life, I sold him what he on (What he on) This that Sexxnb shit, you ain't on what I'm on This that top shelf shit, you can't hit this blunt (Hit this blunt) I got bitches all across the globe tryna fuck (Tryna fuck) Grown bitches only thing that I want (That I want) Junkie loving life, I sold him what he on (What he on) This that Sexxnb shit, you ain't on what I'm on [Verse 2: BabyTron] You ain't on what I'm on, you don't pour what we pour You don't roll what we roll, you don't go where we go Shit, just show after show, on the road, 'round the globe You ain't on what we on, you ain't on what we on I was in the field before the booth like Antonio Brown Told him if he ship it with a CD, he gon' owe me a pound If he want a job, he gotta put his portfolio down 2023, it's Richard Mille, the Rollie for now Seen him out and he ain't say a word, he must have laryngitis Pull up, leave 'em flatter than a tire without air inside it Fiends sharing needles at the spot, ain't even sterilize 'em On the top shelf, smokin' good, it got me paragliding [Chorus: Lawsy] This that top shelf shit, you can't hit this blunt (Hit this blunt) I got bitches all across the globe tryna fuck (Tryna fuck) Grown bitches only thing that I want (That I want) Junkie loving life, I sold him what he on (What he on) This that Sexxnb shit, you ain't on what I'm on This that top shelf shit, you can't hit this blunt (Hit this blunt) I got bitches all across the globe tryna fuck (Tryna fuck) Grown bitches only thing that I want (That I want) Junkie loving life, I sold him what he on (What he on) This that Sexxnb shit, you ain't on what I'm on [Verse 3: BabyTron] Spin the double R and turn they block into a ghost town I been in the water with whatever since I dove down Higher than an astronaut, I pour pints and smoke pounds Swing that hammer for some justice like I'm Joe Brown Shooter hit him with a combination Cartier bifocals, I'm just observating Off an Addy, not the drop, bitch, I'm concentrating, shit [Outro: BabyTron] Boy, get yo' stupid ass up