Текст песни What He On - Burna Bandz

They like, "Burna what you been on?"
Everybody always wanna know just what he on
I'ma fresher than from icy, better know I got my heat on
I hate a viper's hiss, but what's a viper to a demon?
I can not wife the ho', I swear these bitches Billy Jeanin'
She say i'm one in a million, ballin' my city ain't Wiggins
He get out and I just wig 'em
Hit him up 'fore he get to blinkin'
Diamonds bussin', got 'em squintin'
I stay true, True Religion
Niggas failed, I keep my distance

And lil' bitch i'm still in the kitchen
Dope in the water, i'm going fishin'
I go get it, why niggas wishin'
Me and you see the other difference
Life is sick, you know i'm drippin'
Brought the Glock, I left the smithen
Shoutout J Neat, we still driftin'
Got 'em mad I make 'em grimin'
She a ho', she a ghat
She bust it open, throw it back
Who want smoke?
We got that, headshot turn him to a pack
Free the twin, that's my lack
'Member back then we used to jack
We and T Dub in the back
Yellow tint, no strings attached
Caught a play that's off the zap
Brand new runner like a tap
Bro keep two, I call him Max
Hit the club, we throw them racks
I'm in C town, i'm with Tax
A lotta lean, a lotta gas
Got it cheaper, i'ma gotta tax
You know we double up in the trap
They like, "Burna where you at?"
Tryna get right to that bag
Look at these diamonds, yeah they dance
Shoutout my jeweller, shoutout Frank
Lookin' like I just left the bank
Pocket's they fat like Philip Banks
Smokin' a lotta opps, it stank

They like, "Burna what you been on?"
Everybody always wanna know just what he on
I'ma fresher than from icy, better know I got my heat on
I hate a viper's hiss, but what's a viper to a demon?
I can not wife the ho', I swear these bitches Billy Jeanin'
She say i'm one in a million, ballin' my city ain't Wiggins
He get out and I just wig 'em
Hit him up 'fore he get to blinkin'
Diamonds bussin', got 'em squintin'
I stay true, True Religion
Niggas failed, I keep my distance

Bro's wide as hell just like he's weavin'
He come 'round here, he ain't leavin'
Steady drippin' for no reason
That's your bitch, guess she was cheatin'
That's your bitch, guess she a freak then
Fuck all night, can't spend a weekend
See the fake shit, yeah, I peeped it
Like a singer, leaks gon' leak shit
What's a viper to a demon?
Kill the snake, we don't do treason
I just boosted some racks, I need 'em
Dirty money swipe the cleaners
Then she's a genius
In the trap 'fore in the fetus
I'm on percies, i'm on lean
And got a few songs, I don't play
No rap shit, don't get remixed
Only stripes you got is Adidas
And i'm drippin', got a couple liters
Bro strike a nigga out like Geda
You know I got a cash fever
Broke boy, wouldn't wanna be ya'
I got red tips in this nina
I know the plug so I get it for cheap-a
They like, "Burna what you been on?"
Plottin' on a million
She bad like Christian Milan
And her man, he a peeon
Got 'em watchin', got 'em wonderin', "what is he on?"

They like, "Burna what you been on?"
Everybody always wanna know just what he on
I'ma fresher than from icy, better know I got my heat on
I hate a viper's hiss, but what's a viper to a demon?
I can not wife the ho', I swear these bitches Billy Jeanin'
She say i'm one in a million, ballin' my city ain't Wiggins
He get out and I just wig 'em
Hit him up 'fore he get to blinkin'
Diamonds bussin', got 'em squintin'
I stay true, True Religion
Niggas failed, I keep my distance