What You On Lyrics by Kay Flock
700, DOA, be the move, like
Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, huh, like
Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah
What? Like, like
Hop out the V and we screamin’ out, “Who that? “, We tryna see who
Gon’ toss out the whip
I’m tryna walk up, shoot that .40 with beams and the sticks, better
Pray that I miss
Screamin’ out Matt, he restin’ in piss
Angel a bitch, told his mom, “Suck a dick”
Knock on the side and it came with a kick
Fuck all the opps, we gon’ empty the blick, gang
Walk up shootin’, they ain’t never gon miss
They know my body, I walk with a limp
Gotta walk with a chop’, them niggas tryna spin
Two hoes in the spot tryna whine on a dick
If a niggas move funny, shells beating his ribs
Keep me a welly, they know that it’s lit
I’m on the Telly, big dope out the zip
Chevy and Teji, we do all the tricks, like, gang
My niggas walk up, fuck all the chattin’
Tell Minky to off ’em
He really wit’ it, tell brodie just spark ’em
Spinnin’ on Rah, that boy in a coffin
Like, wait, niggas is fags
They know the line, I ain’t ever gon ‘cap
Big .40 on me, no kick, gon’ clap
And it’s all to the Sev, lotta niggas be mad
Had to keep it a buck
Dougie B wildin’, he ain’t lettin’ up
I’ma keep clickin’ ’til he in a blunt
Fetti my brother, for bro, you get touched
And they know what’s up
Beam on the Glizzy, is ya killer gon’ bust?
Bendin’ the youngin’s, these hoes gon’ bust
Fuck all the chattin’, tell niggas link up
‘Cause I ain’t gon’ tuss’
Niggas ain’t tough to be actin’ on phones (Phones)
Let’s link up and let’s see what you on (Bitch, what you on?)
When I’m angry, I’m spinnin’ alone (Like)
Talk on Blay and this .30 get drawn (Grrah)
They say, “Kay, you be buggin’ (Grrah-grrah)
Like, brodie what’s wrong?” (Wrong)
I don’t know, I just get in my zone (Like, grrah-grrah)
I start clickin’ ’til this shit is gone (Like)
Most of my opps bunny hop to my songs (I sit)
I sit back ’cause this shit is funny to me (Like, like)
They see me, start runnin’ from me (Dummy)
They be cappin’ like they did somethin’ to me
But, they ain’t do nothin’ to me (Stupid, like)
Like, what y’all did to me?
Got a .40, what’s up? No artillery (Grrah-grrah)
DOA be the move and I shoot with no sympathy (Grrah-grrah)
Niggas see me and switch up they energy (Pussy)
When I pop out, they change up their energy
Like, they know the .40, it stick to me
Don’t got the gun, he get beat out of his misery
He keep dissin’, but he ain’t do shit to me
Said he boomin’, I guess that he missin’ me
Ask him, “How many shots they be sendin’ me?”
That boy ain’t a threat, he a kid to me, like
They know that shit stick to me
Pour a four, and I get in that zone
Catch a opp, he ain’t makin’ it home
Opp thot shakin’ ass to my songs
Nigga goofy, we cannot get along
.30 on me, clip is very long
Run up on me, now he in a song
Gave her Henny, now she in her thongs
Fuck the opps, tryna see where they at
Bro in the back with a beam on his TEC
Lil’ opp thot, she go deep with the neck
Ain’t no way he could go with the beam on his neck
Go take the bling off his neck
If he don’t give it up, give him heat from the TEC
Throw it up, COE be the set
Like, you know the vibes, COE to the death
Niggas ain’t tough to be actin’ on phones (Phones)
Let’s link up and let’s see what you on (Bitch, what you on?)
When I’m angry, I’m spinnin’ alone (Like)
Talk on Blay and this .30 get drawn (Grrah)
They say, “Kay, you be buggin’ (Grrah-grrah)
Like, brodie what’s wrong?” (Wrong)
I don’t know, I just get in my zone (Like, grrah-grrah)
I start clickin’ ’til this shit is gone (Like)
Most of my opps bunny hop to my songs (I sit)
I sit back ’cause this shit is funny to me (Like, like)
They see me, start runnin’ from me (Dummy)
They be cappin’ like they did somethin’ to me
But, they ain’t do nothin’ to me (Stupid, like)
Like, what y’all did to me?
Got a .40, what’s up? No artillery (Grrah-grrah)
DOA be the move and I shoot with no sympathy (Grrah-grrah)
Niggas see me and switch up they energy (Pussy)