Artist: Trae Album: Tha Truth Song: What Tha Fuck Is You On Typed by: Lil Hustle [Chorus] What in the fuck is you on, you must have been out of your mind today Why is you calling my phone, you prolly won't like what I'm bout to say What in the fuck is you on, what in the fuck is you on [Trae] It's time you deal with them hoes, you shoulda never let hype ya Irritated to think, I had a bitch just like ya Now that I think about it, shit that bitch had to go too Your chapter in my book closed, time to rewrite ya Calling my phone, you ain't nothing to me but bad times Drama at it's best bitch, a life trying to crash mine I ain't trying to hear this shit, you worse than a bad rhyme Prolly somewhere tweaking, like you gone off a bad line But niggaz say you out here, trying to stick around em Tell em fuck it you ain't shit, you prolly trying to down em Everyday I spent with you, it was well wasted Days trying to get away, you only trying to drown em You wonder why they call you bitch, ask me and I'll tell em For every lie you was selling, out of your cerebellum Fuck love and fuck cupid, I'ma repell em Your life based on bullshit, you couldn't smell em Better get some bid'ness, stay the fuck out of my inbox All that shit a problem, understand this where that shit stop My homegirl say give her the word, you would get dropped And fade your ass up, like a barbershop to get chopped They say misery loves company, no exception for what you done to me You must be out your damn mind, shit you out of line Now you out the way, I'm doing fine [Chorus] [Trae] This ain't nothing you gon' rewind, bitch you better go head Always running from the real, why the fuck is you scared now You only open your mouth, or open your legs Searching for a way to shine, guess you all about bread now It ain't nothing that you can say, that I was trying to hear All that hoe shit that you be doing, make it kinda clear You bullshit, 360 days out a year I'm the captain of this ship, you ain't gon' never steer Why the fuck, is you on my line Ain't no calling me for time, better stop it like you a sign When it's time, you gon' bump into trouble like you was blind You a snake, how you playing the game you out of bounds Trying to keep up with your homies, got your ass working Fucking up what you had, now your ass searching Now nobody out here want ya, so your ass hurting Somewhere drunk in love, bitch keep your ass surfing If the shoe fit, where it Too late to put on somebody else's, that shit all you Why you trying to point fingers, better take what you dishing out It ain't no way to flip it girl, this shit all you They say misery loves company, no exception for what you done to me You must be out your damn mind, shit you out of line Now you out the way, I'm doing fine [Chorus - 2x]