What I Be On

(Lil' Ken on da track)

Watch your tone

I'm on that dumb shit that's what I be on

On that dumb shit that's what I be on

(Evidently I've been shot for the king)

Watch his tone

He speak wrong then he might be gone (Might be gone)

What's in my hands

Long as fitness, ain't a microphone

Might step and point it at your top

He tryna strike your dome

That dumb shit, fuck diss songs

That's what I be on

Steppin' with my brother

Fuck it if he right or wrong (Right or wrong)

I'm still that same ****

By myself when I'm alone

If we can't get you

We come peek-a-boo inside your home (Inside your home)

But let me get back to the basics

Bitch my pockets strong

It's cats in the alley

We bringin' out them rods

Spinnin' broad daylight or we comin' out the dark

I'm tryna bust a ****'s shit

And send him to the Lord

Pull up with fifty in the clip

This bitch gon' make some noise

Bitch I'ma let you know

I can't go back and forth

Let's go to war, catch your car

Knock your shit in park

Got twin cutters, brand new Glocks

For you and all your boys

It's your decision

You could lose your brain or lose your heart

You doin' all that shit for clout

But you won't make it far

I keep it smart

Gon' finish all that pussy shit they start

Dive in that water and that's danger

You can't swim with sharks

Dive in that water and that's danger

You can't swim with sharks

Ha-ba-ba-ba!

Watch his tone

He speak wrong then he might be gone

What's in my hands

Long as fitness, ain't a microphone

Might step and point it at your top

He tryna strike your dome

That dumb shit, fuck diss songs

That's what I be on

Steppin' with my brother

Fuck it if he right or wrong

I'm still that same ****

By myself when I'm alone

If we can't get you

We come peek-a-boo inside your home

But let me get back to the basics

Bitch my pockets strong

Automatic, hop out and go chase it

We make sure you face 'em

Bitch I need my meds 'fore I go crazy

Menace I was labeled

I'm a Nineties baby, I'm on top

'Cause the drum on eighty

Pop his top and watch his body lock up

Like I fuckin' tased it

And I'm faded, Hi-Tech in my cup

It got me feelin' lazy

Run up playin', I'ma split your shit

This AR aim go crazy

23 the greatest

Fuck these pussy **** who be hatin' (Who be hatin')

You can be the latest

To get your shit bust all on the pavement

Can't touch a ****, money long

I got a lotta cash (A lotta cash)

Fuck a ****, cross the line and gotta drop a bag (Drop a bag)

We clutchin' pistols, pussy bitch

Don't make my shottas spaz (Shottas spaz)

Hop in a rental, out the window

That's a bodybag

Watch his tone

He speak wrong then he might be gone (He might be gone)

What's in my hands

Long as fitness, ain't a microphone (No microphone)

I step up and point it at your top

He tryna strike your dome (Strike your dome)

That dumb shit, fuck diss songs

That's what I be on (What I be on)

Steppin' with my brother

Fuck it if he right or wrong (He right or wrong))

I'm still that same ****

By myself when I'm alone (When I'm alone)

If we can't get you

We come peek-a-boo inside your home (Inside your home)

But let me get back to the basics

Bitch my pockets strong (My pockets strong)

(Dumb shit) What I be on

(We gon' strike yo' dome)

(Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba!)