What I’m On

[Verse]
I had hard times in the bando so you can't know what I'm on
I got fake niggas around me but I'm dealing with it thought
And my cro just bought a switchy, he gon' up it, let it blow
I don't give a fuck about that lil' hoe
She out here fuckin' bronem on the low, uh, uh-huh
I don't need no one, I'm walking alone
And my cro came with a GG, it was a chrome
And you would never see me, flashes on go, uh, uh-huh
And I get that pack, go over the stove
My cronem with slatt, he wiping your nose
Fuckin' this nat, I just want the lo', uh, yeah
She just gave me the lo
I just got the drop on your home
Livin' life with them niggas, but dyin' alone
Hard times don't last, it's still free bro
Get a pot for your ass, you can't be broke
Long nights in them cells, you just need hope
I'ma pray to my God like I am the Pope
And I'll kick in his crib, I just want the dope
Dirty money, I can't wash it with soap
And that bitch movin' funny, I just want throat
Dedicated to money, I'm on the road
You can't be my honey, I gotta go
I was young and was broke, ain't have no soul
I'ma creep up, that lil' boy on the floor
Like FIFA, you see the spark on the pole, uh
You see the spark on the pole, uh
I'ma chef it up, yeah, they keep callin' my phone
Fiend, don't overdose, I got the down for the low
I'm wrappin', I'm just tryna go
I cannot stop now, I got no luck
And I am the man that she chose, uh
I'm sorry, baby, I got no love
And if he got my money, I show up
(If he got my money, I show up)
I buss up an act in the Scotia
She know me, but I don't know her
Servin' the fiend, I collect the numbers
Tell that lil' boy to run up
I told these lil' niggas to run up
You see me, you best have your gun up