Juice WRLD - What You On lyrics

DY Krazy i'm high
Real life tarentino
Somebody in the back got bronchitis

I'm gon' catch a vibe then I'm gone
(then I'm gone)
I'm gon' find my high then I'm gone
(then I'm gone)
You ain't getting money what you on
(what you on)
You ain't getting money what you on
(what you on)
I'm have to revive then I'm gone
(then I'm gone)
I'm trying to find my high then I'm gone
(then I'm gone)
You ain't getting money what you on
(what you on)
You ain't getting money what you on
(what you on)

Tatted on me that shit is forever
(is forever)
Tatted on me that shit is forever
(is forever)
I started an empire it took some effort
(took some effort)
But now I'm finna rule the world, forever
Run up on me I got that K on my back
I put that shit to yo' ass
Choppa on me it's gon' blast
Prolly leave a nigga in the past
Everyday I count up, quick cash
40 on me make it fly, jet lag
Ksubi jeans on me, no sag
And my Birkin shit, no bag
Run up on me then you get toe tagged
Choppa on me it hit you in the forehead
Three shots, three shots you dead
Now yo' mama callin' the feds
Talking about look what happened to my baby
Man look what yo' baby did, huh, damn
Look at yo' baby he dead, huh, damn
That's as trill as it gets, that
Is real as it gets, uh
I'm from a city where niggas show no pitty
They got gorillas in here
Rocket launchers too
Prolly catch you while walkin', up in school
Uh 'ey, on the news, uh, uh
Channel crew, uh, uh
Bitch don't get involved
We will break yo' back just
Like the fucking law
Run up on me then I'm sending you up to god
I put that on God, everyday I been going hard

I'm gon' catch a vibe then I'm gone
(then I'm gone)
I'm gon' find my high then I'm gone
(then I'm gone)
You ain't getting money what you on
(what you on)
You ain't getting money what you on
(what you on)
I'm have to revive then I'm gone
(then I'm gone)
I'm trying to find my high then I'm gone
(then I'm gone)
You ain't getting money what you on
(what you on)
You ain't getting money what you on
(what you on)

I'll pull your bitch, pull the trigger
Then pull yo' car
Just like Chris Brown or some
We may stomp the yard
Fucking with us it's over with
I swear to god
Niggas talking that shit but they
Don't mean nothing to us
I'm on world tour
I'm starting to see some stuff
But that's not enough
According to you it's not
You say you seen the darkness
You say you seen the light
I say I've seen the same shit
But just in different spots
I'm from Chicago where they
Shoot you without asking
And if you got a nice car they
Pull may you out yo' aston
You from a different place
It's not as tragic you're too good for me
I'm too good for you what you wanna do
What you wanna do
I've been through so much, I make my mistake
This is real love though I
Ain't with the fakes

I'm gon' catch a vibe then I'm gone
(then I'm gone)
I'm gon' find my high then I'm gone
(then I'm gone)
You ain't getting money what you on
(what you on)
You ain't getting money what you on
(what you on)