Oh, oh, what do you want
What are you on
Oh, oh, what do you want
What are you on
I'm up in LA and I got all the bars
You know I'ma work when I feel like a dog
I drip on that bitch and I whip at the go
I whip on that hoe like I'm meant for that hoe
Addy Yuhh I might pull up, ayy
You, I got her in the backseat front seat
I got hoes, all up on my phone
Stop calling me, I don't want your beat
I need a whip in the phone, Look at my wrist and I go
I put every gun that's on her, my dick on your bitch I don't care but I know
Oh, oh, what do you want
What are you on
Oh, oh, what do you want
What are you on
Oh, oh, what do you want
What are you on
Oh, oh, what do you want
What are you on