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On Wat U On Song Lyrics
On Wat U On by Moneybagg Yo (Turn me up YC)
GloRilla, woo
On the gang, hey
(SkyDiddy)

f**k my ho, f**k that b**ch
I don't give a f**k 'bout none of this sh*t
Leave me 'lone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
f**k my nigga, he ain't sh*t
Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick
Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas
Pussy boy, you with that b**ch (What?)

Askin' me 'bout b**ches in the city that she think I'm f**kin'
Look dead in her eyes before I lie, I'd rather tell her nothin'
Oh, so you ain't got sh*t to say now, huh? Dumb ass
I rather tell her nothin', smirkin' in her face
What the f**k funny? Didn't I say change the subject?

Let me know right now (What?), if there ain't no future us (Why?)
'Cause, one, too close to zero, got to keep somethin' on tuck (Shh)
She like, "Ew, you do too much" (So?)
I replied, "You don't do enough" (Ho)
Even when we be into it, I can still pull up and f**k (Uh)
Walkin' straight up out the house, you say I never hug and kiss you
Tyrna see me every weekend (Why?), damn, I need space to miss you
Know I love you, bae, our problems go away when my dick in you
When I call myself tryna do sh*t right, here go another issue (Man)

f**k my ho, f**k that b**ch
I don't give a f**k 'bout none of this sh*t
Leave me 'lone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
f**k my nigga, he ain't sh*t
Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick
Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas
Pussy boy, you with that b**ch

All that tellin' folks I'm crazy, tell 'em how you got me f**ked up
Yo' mama ain't got no daughters, boy you ain't them b**ches brothers (The f**k?)
Then you told me you that knew the b**ch, but you ain't say you f**ked her (Hm)
Ol' cheatin' ass, toxic ass, good dick motherf**ker (Hate yo' ass)
With my man today (Hm), back outside tomorrow (Yeah)
I be done with him today then be at his house tomorrow
I be bustin' out the windows, got 'em switchin' up his cars
He won't find sh*t in my phone but them lil' pictures of his card
Constantly bringin' up my ex and sh*t, he must want me to go back (Huh?)
I could really pop my sh*t for real, but I don't think he know that (Can't know that)
Cut that nigga off for good to show him that I'm on that
And he'll never, ever, ever, ever get his ho back (On gang)

f**k my ho, f**k that b**ch
I don't give a f**k 'bout none of this sh*t
Leave me 'lone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
f**k my nigga, he ain't sh*t
Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick
Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas
Pussy boy, you with that b**ch
f**k my ho, f**k that b**ch
I don't give a f**k 'bout none of this sh*t
Leave me 'lone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
f**k my nigga, he ain't sh*t
Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick
Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas
Pussy boy, you with that b**ch