On They Ass

Hear that thunder rumble like a marching band
Got they ass struck bet I strike again
Gottem dizzy how we gave his block a spin
Never off my grizzy better try again
Heard em say it live then I'm popping in
Ion like ya vibe we ain't locking in
Get your mind corrected If you fuck wit me
Evertime they see me win they like not again

Blowing gas you can say I'm cutting wind
Rolling past they know I dont fuck with them
Light speed you ain't see me coming in
Bet I'm on yo ass like a punishment
I just want some cash like a ton of it
New to the grind you gone want a brick
They got it on they mind you gone want ya stick
Talking to me out of line who you fuckin wit
Coming out ya face
Gotta know you outta place
Ain't no question bout my fate
Not a peasant ima great
You was bout to levitate
Spared for heavens sake
I illuminate
Better of the candidates
Bet the mansion strait
You get ya section 8
Getting my cooking strait
Work wit this cookie bake
I dont move late
Get your dues straight
You know what's on da way
I been at it for days
I been at it for months
Chasing my whole life
I'm changing my net price
I'm getting my neck iced
Got ya flex swiped
Got ya bitch piped
While you always mad
You possed to live yo best life
Know them pockets dry gotta get them ends tight
Keep this shit 100 I can recommend right
Blow money fast you dont have to spend light
And you prolly feeling wat a hater grin like
Eyes locking in
I'm just walking in
Why they watching me
Its eyes watching them
This here is not for them
This ain't the stop for them
Ain't no props for them
You getting clocked foreal
She needs to stop foreal
Girl we are not foreal
She dont want me not to peel
Way it goes aint many real
I developed many skills
Remember when I had to steal
Now I got this chrome deal
Eat your last meal
Be safe it wont kill
Reality is so clear
I'm on the top tier
You never got here
Where your intensity
You want publicity
Peep the audacity
Dragging them drastically
Ain't got no pot to piss
Tripping about a bitch
That hoe is not a hit
She got you out of it
Selling pussy all that
Going out of town n shit
Boi you broke and in love she got ya counterfeits
This is not a free ride baby this a lyft
They ain't down fa me
how can I be down wit them
It ain't bout a dollar sign I will not attend
Ain't no money on your mind we are not a blend

Hear that thunder rumble like a marching band
Got they ass struck bet I strike again
Gottem dizzy how we gave his block a spin
Never off my grizzy better try again
Heard em say it live then I'm popping in
Ion like ya vibe we ain't locking in
Get your mind corrected If you fuck wit me
Evertime they see me win they like not again



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Jessie Howard
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