[Intro]
- know what these n***as be on
Don't play wit him
Damn
- hoes be on
Damn
Damn
Yea, yea

[Chorus]
I'on know what these n***as be on
I'on know what these hoes be on
I ain't even finna pick up the phone
Sometimes, just wanna be alone
Cause I'on know what these n***as be on
And I'on know what these hoes be on
I ain't even finna pick up the phone
Sometimes, just wanna be alone

[Verse]
I'm in the streets like I ain't got no where to go
Pull up with that [?]
My lifе a movie, not no TV show
The smoother my bеat, the better my flow
Hang with a boujee lil' bitch, she hate when I say no
She no I don't care, she know I'ma still say it, though
I'm in the coupe [?] bankroll
I'm in the booth still cluchin' on my pole
And this shit go on and on
I got a fye, better watch yo tone
I was hard to finesse because I ain't goin'
How you gon' finesse the finesser?
I fuck that hoe of them drugs, I don't caress her
My Miami bitch look like Caresha
My [?] was bad cause I ain't listen to the teachers
I'm in the game, how you hate from the bleachers?
I talk on the beat low, so turn up yo speakers
I'm in a foreign car [?]
Dark tint on my glass, they can't even see us
And this shit go on and on
Bruh
[Chorus]
I'on know what these n***as be on
I'on know what these hoes be on
I ain't even finna pick up the phone
Sometimes, just wanna be alone
Cause I'on know what these n***as be on
And I'on know what these hoes be on
I ain't even finna pick up the phone
Sometimes, just wanna be alone