Wtf He On ft. Yung Nico Lyrics

Im like what the fuck is he on

We some young niggas blowing on some strong

Bad bitches fuck them send them home

Sorry boo I aint mean to do you wrong

I said baby what you want and what you need

Said that she was hungry only got her Mickey D's

Know she seen me in her dreams I put her on her knees

I was all in VIP and smoking hell of weed

She said she want smoke with me but she can't smoke for free

Maybe if she bust it down I'll toss a couple G's

Ricky Bobby with the shake and bake

Crack rock up on a paper plate

Take yo bitch up on a dinner date

Made her go and work the interstate

Still pouring lean up in that minute maid

Might go invest up in some real estate

Still blowing pounds like it was heavy weight

In between is where I penetrate

Fuck a nine to five on some minimum wage

Shoot a nigga up the murder rate

My bitch bad and oh she misbehave

Don't make me up this bitch and make me spray like raid

Im like what the fuck is he on

We some young nigga blowing on some strong

Bad bitches fuck them send them home

Sorry boo I aint mean to do you wrong

Me and Nico on a track, thats a banger

Rocking spinners like where the fuck are some swangers

Play with me and boy your life is in danger

What did your mom say about hanging around with strangers

Talk to god and have you playing with angels

Shit ain't sweet

Nah this ain't your rainbow

Im talking bout licks

What's the stain for?

I still would switch lanes in that five-o

Who the hell is that still at the back door

My momma she raised her an asshole

Counting cash

Ill still blow a bag tho

Hella ass

And she throw it back bro

Moving fast and I pour the Ac slow

Another bag

That one get taxed on

Quarterback

I feel like Mac Jones

All these hoes

They can get passed on

Cause I get my mac on

I am the new Zac Efron

High School Musical you can get stepped on

And I'm fly I feel like the Jetsons

Came a long way from big rock and a big pot with a little plate

Came a long way from a big block with a wrist watch on a dinner date

Pockets stay filled up with big knots with a big thot on the interstate

Same way that her lips locked had my wrists locked on some thinner weight

Im like what the fuck is he on

We some young nigga blowing on some strong

Bad bitches fuck them send them home

Sorry boo I ain't mean to do you wrong

Aye baby yeah my fault just grab my number