What the, what the fuck is you on?
What the, what the fuck is you on?
What the, what the fuck is you on?
What the, what the fuck is you on?

N***as mouth off like they ain’t gonna pay
Tail between their legs when I’m coming their way
Talked when shit when I sat, now they dip or give me dap
I don’t fuck with talking trash, I just put it on the track

Put my stacks in my mattress so i'm sleeping on my worth too
And bitches wanna kick it like kung fu
Sit down, show you the rules
Lay down, show you the wood

Man, I really wish a n***a would
Bet that all these n***as wish they could, let me spell it
If my tongue give you check, that's a knife to the neck, and I mean Disrespect if you crampin my flex

I make raps, y'all n***as just make noises
I could do a cypher by myself in eight voices
Rounded up the backpack rappers to get schooled
Left 'em with my flame on an island, Ja Rule

I ain't been this blazed since Johnny did his ghost ride
Still gonna fill my honey's plumbing with the long pipe
On sight, alright, got God, got rhymes
Took a cold white bitch home, made a Klondike
N***a, what the fuck is you on?
N***a, don’t you know I’m a goddamn star
N***a, what the fuck is you on?
N***a, don’t you know I’m a goddamn star

N***a, what the fuck is you on?
N***a, don’t you know I’m a goddamn star
N***a, what the fuck is you on?
N***a, don’t you know I’m a goddamn star
(Ayo, Atlas, get out here n***a)