What I'm On

I ain't tryna be hard but I got shells

I smoke this gas straight out the pound, like how the fuck I ain't got no scale

Ain't tryna pick that shit up, I wish that bitch would come right through the mail

And I got every form of payment

Cash App, Apple Pay & Zelle

I need that money when I walk in

If you ain't help me put this money in my pocket why you talking

He put that pistol to my head & twin got mad & got to sparking

I know I'm worth more than a P, that's why I'm here, that's why I'm walking

I've been manifesting, putting shit in motion

I'm with Twin & too lit, yeah they pistol toting