Lyrics W Y O (What You On) - Mike WiLL Made It, Young Thug

W Y O (What You On)

Mike Willy with me nigga
Thugger, Thugger, baby
I’m out in the booth eating candy and shit
Can’t get enough, Ransom
Can’t get enough
Eeeeeeeeeeeee, brrrrap
I cock back the stick and I aim at your dome (brrrt, brrrt)
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home (skrrt)
No matter what, you can’t take me off the throne
Ayy, I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on?
(Yeah, yeah)
What you on?
(Yeah, yeah)
What you on?
Ayy, I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on?
(Yeah, yeah)
What you on?
What you on?
Yeah, I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
That was a mistake
I didn’t mean to say that ('scuse me)
I fuck on that bitch
And she don’t tell no one, I don’t play that (shhh)
I’m real, I just told you
So you can know where your lil' bae at (what?)
And if you ever play about that lil' bitch
I’ll beat you like where Zay at (do it)
They say no one do it better
Motor geeked up all etcetera (nah, skrrt)
Hop out with thousands of predators
I’m hungry, I want some competitors
And that shit get fly like a pelican (brrrt)
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 (brrrt)
Your bitch a tutor, you can class mine (she classy)
Chanel first, no you can’t last mine (nah)
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, nigga, halftime, halftime (blatt)
I cock back the stick and I aim at your dome (brrrrt)
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home (bye)
No matter what, you can’t take me off the throne (no)
Ayy, I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on?
(What you askin'?)
What you on?
(What you wan' do?)
What you on?
Ayy, I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on?
What you on?
(Fuck is you on?)
What you on?
Yeah, I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
Pull up on a bitch, in that foreign with exhaust (skrrt)
I just kicked that bitch up out my car and made her walk
No, I’m not from Texas but I pull up kickin' sauce (ooh wee)
Christmastime, I spent half a ticket for Jack Frost (fuck in)
I stuff that bitch in a fender bender (yeah)
Bend that bitch over like center center (agh)
Fuck the police, man they tryin' to kill us (fuck 'em)
But I think they know that them slimes are killers (SLIME)
Yeah, I think they know that them slimes are thriller (know it)
The lots and lots lots of niggas
Fuck em all like we some thottie niggas (fuck 'em)
I need four wheels like a tri-cycle (skrrt)
Fuck 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
Fuck 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 (braaat)
I done got so high, man, I think I see God (Hey, baby)
I cock back the stick and I aim at your dome (brrrt, brrrt)
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home (forget me)
No matter what, you can’t take me off the throne (no)
Ayy, I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on?
(What you on?)
What you on?
(What you on?)
What you on?
Ayy, I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on (I do)
What you on?
(What are you on?)
What you on?
What you on?
Yeah, I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
Pull up on your bitch in that foreign with exhausts (skrrt)
Pull up on your bitch in that foreign with exhausts (skrrt)
Pull up on your bitch in that foreign with exhausts (skrrt)
With exhausts (skrrt) with exhausts (skrrt)