On They Ass (feat. Ctb Mike & Trevon)

Me and my niggas we run up wit them sticks
Me and my niggas we dump ah few clips
Lean got me leaning but I'm still taking sips
Weed got me tripping but I'm still taking hits
Y'all still capping we but we ain't seen a hit,
Talking all that cash money ain't made a brick
Jugged a whole pound 16 had to dip
After went crazy swear I had a whole clip
If he wanna try me no hesi all rip
If you wanna try 3 niggas with sticks
Opps can't hang so we can't take pics niggas was lame so we can't hit licks
Now it's gang up so the script that's flipped fucked this bitch bout 3 times then I dipped
Pull out my drank double cup when I sip had her ass sucking little twist git her tipped

Had to take action so a nigga started trapping
Sold 4 pounds yeah I got it out the back end
Ctb the gang now all my niggas packing
Unload clips if I see them pussies lacking
Know I'm strapped up in the back so I'm blasting
How you talking crazy no straps boy you lacking
Know if slide wit the gang not capping
How you making pros off the 5's nigga tap in

I'm on they ass and they lose
You gotta walk a mile in my shoes
Nigga you caught a bag over who
Like babysmoove pull up wit the tomb
My white boy off the bag and he doing shrooms
I got locked up I was in the comb
I had to bust a move make a move
My head was spinning it was a loop
She love the way that I sing
She want them VV's cause it bling
Two bitches my bed had to intervene
Pull up with the blicky blicky let it sing
Smoking and popping Perky's till I'm leaning
He said he touched 100 boy you dreaming
Yo bitch a scat pack mine a demon
I pull up red bones to 4 seasons yeah

Niggas thinking that they tough but they ain't
Claiming gangs niggas what is your rank
Smoking gas it came straight from the tank
Blue hundreds nigga straight from the bank
I been lowkey tryna stack the profits
Look I really blew through 100 thousand
And that's on my momma nigga try to count it
I was in science class with a pocket rocket
Nigga stop it Rip to momma dukes
Working on a master plan imma follow through
With these cards I was dealt I'm gonna follow suit
Stewart little ass nigga you ah chicken soup chicken soup living proof
Pull up in the coops wit the troops too
Nigga rapping is magic I'm really going voodoo
Nigga you asking about these hundreds I had a blues clues
Nigga you thinking you the plug then I'm the Bluetooth nigga
This music my passion I never quit it is what it is god gave me ah gift
I remember days taking a lyft
I aim at your head I paint with a twist
My nigga you a bitch you should not exist
I'm popping in clutch my nigga I shift
You don't want no problems my nigga I'm swift
Hit you wit the mmm you get the gist

I'm on they ass and they lose
You gotta walk a mile in my shoes
Nigga you caught a bag over who
Like babysmoove pull up wit the tomb
My white boy off the bag and he doing shrooms
I got locked up I was in the comb
I had to bust a move make a move
My head was spinning it was a loop
She love the way that I sing
She want them VV's cause it bling
Two bitches my bed had to intervene
Pull up with the blicky blicky let it sing
Smoking and popping Perky's till I'm leaning
He said he touched 100 boy you dreaming
Yo bitch a scat pack mine a demon
I pull up red bones to 4 seasons yeah



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Writer(s): Rodney Brown
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