What I’m On

Lyrics
[Chorus] They be like "Strizzle, what you on?" bitch I'm on the same thing Young Money get money, still Mr. Bang Bang I'm spitting out gasoline and propain You getting 3rd degree burns, if you catching the flame They be like "Strizzle, what you on?" bitch I'm on the same thing Young Money get money, still Mr. Bang Bang I'm spitting out gasoline and propain You getting 3rd degree burns, if you catching the flame [Verse 1] Let's make a sacrifice, I take your life I'm staying sucka free, I'm where the hustlers be Riding with my bitch, I wish a nigga trip You niggas real actors, something like a movie clique You play that copper roll, then watch the chopper fold Digging holes in your body like it's made of gold You niggas making bread, well mine grind more Real boss, fuck around and get your body soed I been blessed again, call bless the truth I drop the top, and I ain't even have to touch the roof Love fast cars, ever since I touched the Coope Riding in a Camaro, [?] [Chorus] They be like "Strizzle, what you on?" bitch I'm on the same thing Young Money get money, still Mr. Bang Bang I'm spitting out gasoline and propain You getting 3rd degree burns, if you catching the flame They be like "Strizzle, what you on?" bitch I'm on the same thing Young Money get money, still Mr. Bang Bang I'm spitting out gasoline and propain You getting 3rd degree burns, if you catching the flame [Verse 2] I'm with my other bitch, but this the early girl Mix her with the soda, and then just watch her burn And I'm a real chemist, I'm cooking off the earl Iced down watches to a shiny pearl First I pluck my chickens, get them cross the boarder Fuck the county line, it's T-Streets real[?] I ain't taking names, I'm just taking orders Sitting on 6 figures, made them from a fucking quarter I killed Sqad 6, but now I'm coming harder First class ticket, all my flights charters If it ain't YM, then nigga why bother? I'm a trouble maker, niggas know I been a problem [Chorus] They be like "Strizzle, what you on?" bitch I'm on the same thing Young Money get money, still Mr. Bang Bang I'm spitting out gasoline and propain You getting 3rd degree burns, if you catching the flame They be like "Strizzle, what you on?" bitch I'm on the same thing Young Money get money, still Mr. Bang Bang I'm spitting out gasoline and propain You getting 3rd degree burns, if you catching the flame
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- T-Streets