On Me
Look at how the bitches wanna come an throw it back on me
I can't even dance with them because my gun is strapped on me
They might get it twisted, have they brother come an snap on me
Then I'd have to take a soul cause niggas love to cap on me
There must be hella cows around cause niggas out here milkin' shit
Yeah they think I'm climbin' down I'm at the top and buildin' shit
Spin his house around an shoot a movie without filmin' shit
I don't gotta browse around, I find my prey and finish it
I put it on me I ain't the one you wanna beef with
I ain't got a thing to lose you know that ain't no secret
Played me at a block party had the whole street lit
Everyone was dancin' like they playin' on the wii fit
If you wanna look for me I'm up here at the top
Where the shottas get to pistol whippin' niggas wit a glock
Where niggas buyin' double rollies they can't even read a clock
People couldn't ride this wave even if they bought a yacht
I been loaded up an I been tryna live it up
Customizin' all my cars and now my doors is liftin' up
And I'm smokin' on the gas my weed a get you sittin' up
Gettin' head from badder bitches and they never spit it up
I can put it on me used to look for money under rugs
Until I saw the profit that you make from sellin' drugs
Even when I fucked it up i made it back from usin' guns
I learned you never gonna win from bein' nice an givin' hugs
Look at how the bitches wanna come an throw it back on me
I can't even dance with them because my gun is strapped on me
They might get it twisted, have they brother come an snap on me
Then I'd have to take a soul cause niggas love to cap on me
There must be hella cows around cause niggas out here milkin' shit
Yeah they think I'm climbin' down I'm at the top and buildin' shit
Spin his house around an shoot a movie without filmin' shit
I don't gotta browse around, I find my prey and finish it
To settle all my issues I just gotta meet my dealer
Gotta get some drugs in me the weed is like my healer
Havin' sex jus aint enough I'm high enough to feel her
Everything be goin good although isn't realer
I was 14 when I finally got myself a journal
Yeah the star was growin' in me, now its here it's all eternal
An now my chains are drippin gold like piss, but minus the whole urinal
I spoke my life into existence yeah a nigga getting verbal
Step up on the platform and the club transform into a party
I been ready for a minute high as fuck an off Bacardi
In New York I drove a Rari, drove it fast I'm never tardy
And I ran from cops who searched the history on me like Safari
Now I'm gettin' rich and now I just wanna be famous
But the system broken and they still wanna come hang us
If they think we bad now watch what we do when they frame us
It's go big or go die this game a really get dangerous
Look at how the bitches wanna come an throw it back on me
I can't even dance with them because my gun is strapped on me
They might get it twisted, have they brother come an snap on me
Then I'd have to take a soul cause niggas love to cap on me
There must be hella cows around cause niggas out here milkin' shit
Yeah they think I'm climbin' down I'm at the top and buildin' shit
Spin his house around an shoot a movie without filmin' shit
I don't gotta browse around, I find my prey and finish it
I can't even dance with them because my gun is strapped on me
They might get it twisted, have they brother come an snap on me
Then I'd have to take a soul cause niggas love to cap on me
There must be hella cows around cause niggas out here milkin' shit
Yeah they think I'm climbin' down I'm at the top and buildin' shit
Spin his house around an shoot a movie without filmin' shit
I don't gotta browse around, I find my prey and finish it
I put it on me I ain't the one you wanna beef with
I ain't got a thing to lose you know that ain't no secret
Played me at a block party had the whole street lit
Everyone was dancin' like they playin' on the wii fit
If you wanna look for me I'm up here at the top
Where the shottas get to pistol whippin' niggas wit a glock
Where niggas buyin' double rollies they can't even read a clock
People couldn't ride this wave even if they bought a yacht
I been loaded up an I been tryna live it up
Customizin' all my cars and now my doors is liftin' up
And I'm smokin' on the gas my weed a get you sittin' up
Gettin' head from badder bitches and they never spit it up
I can put it on me used to look for money under rugs
Until I saw the profit that you make from sellin' drugs
Even when I fucked it up i made it back from usin' guns
I learned you never gonna win from bein' nice an givin' hugs
Look at how the bitches wanna come an throw it back on me
I can't even dance with them because my gun is strapped on me
They might get it twisted, have they brother come an snap on me
Then I'd have to take a soul cause niggas love to cap on me
There must be hella cows around cause niggas out here milkin' shit
Yeah they think I'm climbin' down I'm at the top and buildin' shit
Spin his house around an shoot a movie without filmin' shit
I don't gotta browse around, I find my prey and finish it
To settle all my issues I just gotta meet my dealer
Gotta get some drugs in me the weed is like my healer
Havin' sex jus aint enough I'm high enough to feel her
Everything be goin good although isn't realer
I was 14 when I finally got myself a journal
Yeah the star was growin' in me, now its here it's all eternal
An now my chains are drippin gold like piss, but minus the whole urinal
I spoke my life into existence yeah a nigga getting verbal
Step up on the platform and the club transform into a party
I been ready for a minute high as fuck an off Bacardi
In New York I drove a Rari, drove it fast I'm never tardy
And I ran from cops who searched the history on me like Safari
Now I'm gettin' rich and now I just wanna be famous
But the system broken and they still wanna come hang us
If they think we bad now watch what we do when they frame us
It's go big or go die this game a really get dangerous
Look at how the bitches wanna come an throw it back on me
I can't even dance with them because my gun is strapped on me
They might get it twisted, have they brother come an snap on me
Then I'd have to take a soul cause niggas love to cap on me
There must be hella cows around cause niggas out here milkin' shit
Yeah they think I'm climbin' down I'm at the top and buildin' shit
Spin his house around an shoot a movie without filmin' shit
I don't gotta browse around, I find my prey and finish it
Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Hauck
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