I'm On (feat. Kojo Funds)
Say she's down, I told her: Come 'round
In the dance, Cartier arm
When them man 'em walk through
Gal' are like Gwan
Road P, Rap P, everythin' calm when my brother moves food
Everythin' Garn'
Move to your girl and she had it
Can you blame her? She want to fuck with the baddest
Think you know the grind don't stop, it's a habit
In a penthouse getting brain of a ratchet
Then she tellin' me: I like you, you know
She said: I wanna be your wifey, you know
And I'm telling her: It's likely, you know
But she will never be my wifey you know, wifey you know
One bang, drop, make him slumped
Fuckin' up the place like Brexit and Trump
They ain't real G's, they ain't earned shit for their mum
All these groupies never get wifed, are you dumb
I'm, I'm, I'm on
You can hate on a nigga, I'm on
I'm feeling good, I'm on
I'll be heading to the belly, I'm gone
Yeah, I'm on
You can hate on a nigga, I'm on
Say she down, I told her come 'round
Me have to give her the D, you don't know
Me have to give her the D, you know I'm active
She wasn't fucking with me until this rap shit
Me have to give her the D, you know I'm active
And I be takin' your girl 'cause she's attractive
Say she's down, I told her go down
She want to flex with man that spend pound (spend pound)
When you smash you girl there's no sound (no sound), no sound (ha ha)
Did road, I didn't start with this
Now I got to put my heart in this
But I'll never go brass, what the 'rass is this?
Your main thing want a part of this
Easy clart your chick your chick
What I want, when I wanna
Fresh kicks with a fresh trim, for the summer
Mad a little change, now he moving brand new
I can never hate on a nigga like you, like you
I'm, I'm, I'm on
You can hate on a nigga, I'm on
I'm feeling good, I'm on
I'll be heading to the belly, I'm gone
Yeah, I'm on
You can hate on a nigga, I'm on
Say she down, I told her come 'round
Me have to give her the D, you don't know
(Yeah) I'm, I'm, I'm on
You can hate on a nigga, I'm on
I'm feeling good, I'm on
I'll be heading to the belly, I'm gone
Yeah, I'm on
You can hate on a nigga, I'm on
Say she down, I told her come 'round
Me have to give her the D, you don't know
In the dance, Cartier arm
When them man 'em walk through
Gal' are like Gwan
Road P, Rap P, everythin' calm when my brother moves food
Everythin' Garn'
Move to your girl and she had it
Can you blame her? She want to fuck with the baddest
Think you know the grind don't stop, it's a habit
In a penthouse getting brain of a ratchet
Then she tellin' me: I like you, you know
She said: I wanna be your wifey, you know
And I'm telling her: It's likely, you know
But she will never be my wifey you know, wifey you know
One bang, drop, make him slumped
Fuckin' up the place like Brexit and Trump
They ain't real G's, they ain't earned shit for their mum
All these groupies never get wifed, are you dumb
I'm, I'm, I'm on
You can hate on a nigga, I'm on
I'm feeling good, I'm on
I'll be heading to the belly, I'm gone
Yeah, I'm on
You can hate on a nigga, I'm on
Say she down, I told her come 'round
Me have to give her the D, you don't know
Me have to give her the D, you know I'm active
She wasn't fucking with me until this rap shit
Me have to give her the D, you know I'm active
And I be takin' your girl 'cause she's attractive
Say she's down, I told her go down
She want to flex with man that spend pound (spend pound)
When you smash you girl there's no sound (no sound), no sound (ha ha)
Did road, I didn't start with this
Now I got to put my heart in this
But I'll never go brass, what the 'rass is this?
Your main thing want a part of this
Easy clart your chick your chick
What I want, when I wanna
Fresh kicks with a fresh trim, for the summer
Mad a little change, now he moving brand new
I can never hate on a nigga like you, like you
I'm, I'm, I'm on
You can hate on a nigga, I'm on
I'm feeling good, I'm on
I'll be heading to the belly, I'm gone
Yeah, I'm on
You can hate on a nigga, I'm on
Say she down, I told her come 'round
Me have to give her the D, you don't know
(Yeah) I'm, I'm, I'm on
You can hate on a nigga, I'm on
I'm feeling good, I'm on
I'll be heading to the belly, I'm gone
Yeah, I'm on
You can hate on a nigga, I'm on
Say she down, I told her come 'round
Me have to give her the D, you don't know
Credits
Writer(s): Errol Bellot, Gabriel Kusimo, Tion Wayne
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