What I’m On Lyrics – Lawsy
This that top-shelf shit, you can’t hit this blunt
I got bitches all across the globe tryna fuck
Grown bitches is the only thing that I want
Junkie loving life I sold him what he on
This that sexnb shit you ain’t on what I’m on
This that top-shelf shit, you can’t hit this blunt
I got bitches all across the globe tryna fuck
Grown bitches is the only thing that I want
Junkie loving life I sold him what he on
This that sexnb shit you ain’t on what I’m on
I got bitches in the crib, they gon’ take off they thongs
And I’m with this white hoe, sniffing Adderal (bitch)
Damn right bitch, all we do is ball
When I’m tryna fuck, it just take one call
Too many options, man I swear I can’t pick
I keep scoring meds, doctor think I’m hella sick
If you talking ’bout that money bitch you bet I’m listening
I walk in the club with a stick, bitch Imma bring it in
I flip packs when I’m bored, that’s just what I do
Like a plumber, bitch you know we bringing in hella tools
The Glock with a switch or the drake, which do I choose
Bruh tweaked out off the fent, he can’t move
This that top-shelf shit, you can’t hit this blunt
I got bitches all across the globe tryna fuck
Grown bitches is the only thing that I want
Junkie loving life I sold him what he on
This that sexnb shit you ain’t on what I’m on
This that top-shelf shit, you can’t hit this blunt
I got bitches all across the globe tryna fuck
Grown bitches is the only thing that I want
Junkie loving life I sold him what he on
This that sexnb shit you ain’t on what I’m on
You ain’t on what I’m on
You don’t pour what we pour
You don’t roll what we roll
You don’t go where we go
Shit just show after show
On the road ’round the globe
You ain’t on what we on
You ain’t on what we on
I was in the field before the booth like Antonio Brown
Told him if he ship it with a CD, he gon’ owe me a pound
If he want a job he gotta put his portfolio down
2023 it’s Richard Millie, the Rollies went out
Seen him out and he ain’t say a word, he must have had laryngitis
Pull up, leave him flatter than a tire without air inside it
Feens sharing needles at the spot ain’t even sterilize them
On the top shelf smoking good, it got me paragliding
This that top-shelf shit, you can’t hit this blunt
I got bitches all across the globe tryna fuck
Grown bitches is the only thing that I want
Junkie loving life I sold him what he on
This that sexnb shit you ain’t on what I’m on
This that top-shelf shit, you can’t hit this blunt
I got bitches all across the globe tryna fuck
Grown bitches is the only thing that I want
Junkie loving life I sold him what he on
This that sexnb shit you ain’t on what I’m on
Spin the double “r” and turn they block into a ghost town
I been in the water with whatever since I dove down
Higher than an astronaut, I pour pints and smoke pounds
Swing that hammer for some justice like I’m Joe Brown
Shooter hit him with a combination
Cartier bifocals, I’m just observating
Off an addy, not the drop, bitch I’m concentrating (shit, shit)
Boy, get yo stupid ass up