Resource of Ear Drummers - W Y O (What You On) lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Mike Willy with me n***a Thugger, Thugger, baby I'm out in the booth eating candy and sh** Can't get enough, (Can't get enough) Eeeeeeeeeeeee [Chorus: Young Thug] I co*k back the stick and I aim at your dome I say me a prayer then I send your a** home No matter what, you can't take me off the throne Aye I f** with your sh** but I don't know what you on What you on? What you on? What you on? Aye I f** with your sh** but I don't know what you on What you on? What you on? What you on? Yeah I f** with your sh** but I don't know what you on [Verse 1: Young Thug] That was a mistake, I didn't mean to say that I f** on that b**h and she don't tell no one, I don't play that I'm real, I just told you so you can know where your lil' bae at And if you ever play about that lil' b**h, I'll beat you like where Zay at They say no one do it better, motor geeked up all etcetera Hop out with thousands of predators I'm hungry, I want some competitors And that sh** get fly like a pelican I'm in LA, I want me some editors Don't step on this landmine I'm geeked out my mind, I'm not mankind But this stick I'ma blast mine Your b**h a tutor, you can cla** mine Chanel first, no you can't last mine Didn't I tell you 'bout that last time I'm eatin' so good, it's that crab time I had me some cheese, yeah, I Kraft mine Barter 6, n***a, halftime, halftime (Blatt) [Chorus: Young Thug] I co*k back the stick and I aim at your dome I say me a prayer then I send your a** home No matter what, you can't take me off the throne Aye I f** with your sh** but I don't know what you on What you on? What you on? What you on? Aye I f** with your sh** but I don't know what you on What you on? What you on? What you on? Yeah I f** with your sh** but I don't know what you on [Verse 2: Young Thug] Pull up on a b**h, in that foreign with exhaust I just kicked that b**h up out my car and made her walk No, I'm not from Texas but I pull up kickin' sauce (ooooohhh weeeee) Christmastime, I spent half a ticket for Jack Frost I stuff that b**h in a fender bender Bend that b**h over like sinner sinner f** the police, man they tryin' to k** us But I think they know that them slimes are k**ers (SLIME) Yeah I think they know that them slimes are thriller The lots and lots lots of n***as f** em all like we some thottie n***as I need four wheels like a tri-cycle f** on her friend and she know it, she know it I bought a Jag and then show it, then show it 'Cause I really love it, didn't do it to show it Bought a G-Wag for my boys, my boys f** a car note, I don't owe her nothing oh Lactose intolerant, Bae I'm spoiled, I'm spoiled Take me some bars and take off to the stars I done got so high, man, I think I see God (Hey Baby) [Chorus: Young Thug] I co*k back the stick and I aim at your dome I say me a prayer then I send your a** home No matter what, you can't take me off the throne Aye I f** with your sh** but I don't know what you on What you on? What you on? What you on? Aye I f** with your sh** but I don't know what you on What you on? What you on? What you on? Yeah I f** with your sh** but I don't know what you on [Outro] Pull up on your b**h in that foreign with exhausts (Skrr) Pull up on your b**h in that foreign with exhausts (Skrr) Pull up on your b**h in that foreign with exhausts (Skrr) With exhausts (Skrr) With exhausts (Skrr)