J-Lamo - On What (feat. Blizz) Lyrics

Lamo bout that mothaf*ckin business, ya dig?
I ain't got no time to chase these bitches, ya dig?
Small talk makes me feel like you're a midget, ya dig?
I need all my interest and digits, ya dig?

Aww man, aw damn here we go again
Feel like easy money on game day, show you how to go and get another win
All you sideliners stay up on the bench, I'm in defense take no offense
Yo whole rap career man its over with, can you catch a L? I'll let you hold the shit

I just noticed that your bitch was noticing, I put in work, yeah I be on some shit
You know how the game goes, play hard, get the token, you gon get them bonuses
Absolutely disrespectful, I'm bogus, December born, best for last, I'm the coldest
I do not gotta talk about drugs in my music
That's how you niggas know I'm the dopest
I admit it I be bragging and boasting, I don't really make sense I'm the slowest
Prime example this a song about nothing I'm over here thinking bout head
When I wrote this
And all y'all copies can quote this, and I think she like me better when I'm open
And I think I like it better when I'm zoning, gang gang in the back we was toasting

On what bro? On What Bro? On What Bro? On What Bro?
On What Bro? On What Bro? On What Bro? On What Bro?

On everything
I'm honest like the promise of a wedding
Tell these suckas check the pedigree
You see the flow on amphetamine
It's pure dope that I'm peddling
Who better than the letter b
I'm gettin lettuce
Now ya lady tryna let us see
You on her nerves
Gettin curved Like the letter C
I'm pulling strings
Like a young nigga cello-ing
Holy son like the sun when its settling
I give a f*ck about the past
Cause you looking at the future
Stupid you been snoozing
Blizzard got the juice
I stripped em for the loot
I'm looney wit the tunes
For niggas on that goof shit
Yeah
Gotta keep them dice rolled
Cooler than being cool
Cuz a nigga ice cold
By diamonds they be amused
Cuz we living life low
I live in a different view
My vision is psycho
Blizz-o hella schizo
Roll a spliff and I go flip mode
Bust a rhyme like my names trevor
But this heres a different tempo
Bitch
I'm gifted I stay lifted
Blow a cartridge like Nintendo
Kicking it flipping it like gymnastics
You hella synthetic my nigga you plastic
I got the medicine dripping in magic
F*ck all yo rhetoric bullshit you sellin it
I work the elements like science classes
Biologically I am your dad bitch
Smooth motherf*cka
But shit could get tragic
Do as I say or whipping asses
You could get disciplined
Wishin you savage
Take em to school no clowns inmy classes
Bitch