What You On

[Intro]
(Bih, bih, bih)
(Bih, bih, bih)
(Bih, bih, bih)
(Bih, bih, bih)

[Chorus]
I got so many damn clothes
All these boys, they bunch of clones
I fuck thots, I don't save hoes
She want Margiela, then say so
She say I'm a asshole
My thumb in her ass, though
So sick of all these fake hoes
I'm 'bout to let it go

[Verse]
Oh-yeah-yeah, oh-yeah
She gon' let me fuck, oh-yeah
I got hella bucks, oh-yeah
I don't give no fucks, oh-yeah
Ain't rocking that shit, huh, ain't rocking no Balenciaga
Huh, tell me, lil' bitch, huh, do we got a muhfuckin' problem?
'Cause if we do, we can get to shooting
But if not, then I guess we cooling
Masked up, so you know that we looting
That boy, he a bitch, ain't got none' to do with
I'm just chilling at my home
I just hit her phone
She like "What you want?"
I'm like "What you on?", oh-yeah
Hit her up like "What you on?"
I can't lie, huh, I'm just trying to fuck
Ay, and this no lie
I'm about to pull up to her crib at 'bout five, oh-yeah

[Chorus]
I got so many damn clothes
All these boys, they bunch of clones
I fuck thots, I don't save hoes
She want Margiela, then say so
She say I'm a asshole
My thumb in her ass, though
So sick of all these fake hoes
I'm 'bout to let it go

[Verse 2]
Feeling like I'm Gucci Mane
Uh, feeling so conceded, mane
Uh, now that hoe want me to be her man
Uh, told her "No, bitch, I don't think I can"
Uh, pop a molly, huh
Uh, white hoe and she look like Miley, huh
I got two phones, I got two phones
'Cause I can't get caught up with these hoes
Huh, I got two phones, two phones, two phones
Feel like Carti, 'bout to let it go, let it go
X and Oxy, yeah, yeah, I'm 'bout to float, ay-ay

[Chorus]
I got so many damn clothes
All these boys, they bunch of clones
I fuck thots, I don't save hoes
She want Margiela, then say so
She say I'm a asshole
My thumb in her ass, though
So sick of all these fake hoes
I'm 'bout to let it go