On Command

10 figures that's a need
For the cheese, i'm a fiend
Doing things for the dream
Wash it well, Listerine
10 figures that's a need
For the cheese, i'm a fiend
Doing things for the dream
Wash it well, Listerine

Need to unload so I smoke another pack
Drowning in the business, giving me a heart attack
Got 'em pre-rolled, i'm reflecting on my past
Imma pop a perc & fly away, I won't come back nah
Run it back, run it up
We make money, we gon' make life good
Topic of discussion now i'm bussing bitch
I might fuck yo' cousin bitch, dog without a muzzle bitch
Speaking of my muzzle, rip the clip & leave 'em puzzled bitch, I love that shit

Man are fucking see-through
Telling you they feel you
They ain't real, I been knew
But who am I to tell you?
Imma let you do you, swerving all your bullshit
Keep yo' distance, keep yo' distance
Bitch, stop bitching

Line bangs so these bitches wanna bang lines
Locked jaw, she on pills giving bite bite
Had to back the fuck off, she ain't get pipe
Back against the wall, tell 'em fuck off ain't your boy, bye
Face mask with a 3310
Ah shit, man I did it again
She freaky, she geeking like Steven, she really like bleeding
I'm cutting my name in her ass then i'm leaving
I don't really want a social presence
Keep my foot pressing on the pressure, keep 'em pressured
Skulls will shatter, assault and batter any fucker if he's testing me
I'm playing recklessly, this stainless leaves a stain my g

10 figures that's a need
For the cheese, i'm a fiend
Doing things for the dream
Wash it well, Listerine

Why you looking at me like i'm doing something wrong?
Everything I ever do, will surely take me far
Own sound, own sound, kinda sounding cynical
Unique, unique, don't you ever try to call
Phone's off, fuck that
I don't need to follow y'all
Lil Fix, no shit
Yung Prick, i'm standing tall
Narcissistic little cunt, don't you ever try to stall
If you stepping in my way, then just know we down to brawl, no shit



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Writer(s): Elliot Taylor
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