Текст Burna Bandz – What He On
Текст:
Dey like burna what you been on
Everybody always wanna kno jus what he on
I’m fresh to death I’m icy better kno
I got my heat on I hear da vipers hiss but what’s a viper to a demon
She say I’m one ina a million
Ball In my city like a.wiggin
He get outta we jus wig em
Hit him up for he get to blinking
Diamonds bussin got em squinting
I stay true, true religion
Niggas fraud I keep a distance
N lil bitch I’m still in da kitchen
Dope in da water
I’m goin fishin I go get it while niggas wishing
Me n u see there’s a difference
Like da sink you kno I’m drippin
Brought da glock I left da smithin
S/o jneat we still driftin
Got em mad I make em grimace
She a hoe she a nat she buss it open throw it back
Who want smoke we got dat headshot turn to a pack
Free twin dats my wlatt
Member back den we used to jack
Me n tdub in da back yellow tape no strings attached
Caught a play dats off da zap
Bando runnin like that tap
Bro keep two I call him max
Hit da club we throw dem racks
I’m in ctown I’m with tax a lotta lean a lotta gas
Dey like burna where you at
Trynna get right to that bag
Look at these diamonds yea they dance s/o my jewelry s/o frank
Lookin like I just left the bank
Pockets they fat like Phillip banks
Smoking on a lotta opps it stank
Dey like burna what you been on
Everybody always wanna kno jus what he on
I’m fresh to death I’m icy better kno
I got my heat on I hear da vipers hiss but what’s a viper to a demon
I can’t wife da hoe I swear dese bitchbilly Jeanin
She say I’m one ina a million
Ball In my city like a.wiggin
He get outta we jus wig em
Hit him up for he get to blinking
Diamonds bussin got em squinting
I stay true, true religion
Niggas fraud I keep a distance
Bro at his head like he weaving
He come round here he ain’t leaving
Steady drippin for no reason
Dats yo bitch guess she was cheatin
Dats yo guess she a freak den
Fuck all night can’t spend da weekend
See dat fake shit yea I peeped it
Like a single leekz gone leek shit
What’s a viper to a demon
Kill da snake we don’t do treason
I just blew some stacks in Neumann
Dirty money swag da cleanest
Her brain good think she a genius In da trap 4 n a fetus
I’m on perkys I’m on leanege
Got a few sons Dey don’t play on Phoenix
No rap shit dis dope get remixed
Only stripes u got is adidas
N I’m drippin brought couple litres
Bro strike a nigga out like Jitter Y
Ou know I got a cash fever
Broke boy wouldn’t wanna be ya
I got red tips in this niner I know the plug so I get for cheaper
They like burna what you been on plotting on a million she bad like Christian Millian
And her man he a peon
Got him watchin got em watching got em wondering what is he on
Dey like burna what you been on
Everybody always wanna kno jus what he on
I’m fresh to death I’m icy better kno
I got my heat on I hear da vipers hiss but what’s a viper to a demon
I can’t wife da hoe I swear dese bitchbilly Jeanin
She say I’m one ina a million
Ball In my city like a.wiggin
He get outta we jus wig em
Hit him up for he get to blinking
Diamonds bussin got em squinting
I stay true, true religion
Niggas fraud I keep a distance
