Video What You On Original Version de Ac Zoe 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Ac Zoe - What You On Original Version Lyrics

[Intro: Kay Flock & AC Zoe]
Glo made that beat?
700, DOA, be the move, like
Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, huh, like
Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah
What? Like, like

[Verse 1: AC Zoe]
Hop out the V and we screamin' out, "Who that?", We tryna see who gon' toss out the whip
I'm tryna walk up, shoot that .40 with beams and the sticks, better pray that I miss
Screamin' out Matt, he restin' in piss
Angel a bitch, told his mom, "Suck a dick"
Knock on the side and it came with a kick
Fuck all the opps, we gon' empty the blick, gang
Walk up shootin', they ain't never gon miss
They know my body, I walk with a limp
Gotta walk with a chop', them niggas tryna spin
Two hoes in the spot tryna whine on a dick
If a nigga move funny, shells beating his ribs
Keep me a welly, thеy know that it's lit
I'm on the Telly, big dope out thе zip
Chevy and Teji, we do all the tricks, like, gang
My niggas walk up, fuck all the chattin'
Tell Minky to off 'em
He really wit' it, tell brodie just spark 'em
Spinnin' on Rah, that boy in a coffin
Like, wait, niggas is fags
They know the line, I ain't ever gon 'cap
Big .40 on me, no kick, gon' clap
And it's all to the Sev, lotta niggas be mad
Had to keep it a buck
Dougie B wildin', he ain't lettin' up
I'ma keep clickin' 'til he in a blunt
Fetti my brother, for bro, you get touched
And they know what's up
Beam on the Glizzy, is ya killer gon' bust?
Bendin' the youngin's, these hoes gon' bust
Fuck all the chattin', tell niggas link up
'Cause I ain't gon' tuss'
[Verse 2: Kay Flock]
Niggas ain't tough to be actin' on phones (Phones)
Let's link up and let's see what you on (Bitch, what you on?)
When I'm angry, I'm spinnin' alone (Like)
Talk on Blay and this .30 get drawn (Grrah)
They say, "Kay, you be buggin' (Grrah-grrah)
Like, brodie what's wrong?" (Wrong)
I don't know, I just get in my zone (Like, grrah-grrah)
I start clickin' 'til this shit is gone (Like)
Most of my opps bunny hop to my songs (I sit)
I sit back 'cause this shit is funny to me (Like, like)
They see me, start runnin' from me (Dummy)
They be cappin' like they did somethin' to me
But, they ain't do nothin' to me (Stupid, like)
Like, what y'all did to me?
Got a .40, what's up? No artillery (Grrah-grrah)
DOA be the move and I shoot with no sympathy (Grrah-grrah)
Niggas see me and switch up they energy (Pussy)