On Point
Ay Big Raw I Need Dis One
Crunch time we is on point like a pen
Walk down run down spin em again
You keep gettin slimed that boa not your friend
Uh uh uh cheese
Totin that heat like my name Bam
Dont try me cuz I'm gon blam
No G Herb came straight from spam
Uh uh what huh
Countin up racks old and new bands
Rinsin the cash bouta get me some land
Tre keep sticks like he play in a pan
Hit for some racks and we off to japan
Free 99 phone got no plan
We servin grams come get you a onion
Cant serve you yo bitch keep lunchin
Hop in the stu all I do is punch in
Nigga why up if you aint gon bust it
Move too alias slide in a bucket
Damian Lillard way i get a bucket
What what uh get em
Who want smoke we shootin off rip
Get too close end up in a zip
Smokin a zip coolin in the vip
If I'm down bad imma hit me a lick
Walk in the bank and walk out rich
Missin for a week found em in a ditch
He mad we set him up wit a bitch
He lookin for a glick tryna get back his lick
Bands in quick wit Lani and Rick
Feds try blitz they cant stop shit
You penny pinching nigga get a grip
Boom boom boom boom
Engine is revvin im Dior steppin
Pray to Allah that I get into heaven
Up in the Mosque countin my blessings
Only time I'm in church is to serve the reverend
He keep duckin the shots that we sendin
Drop on a Monday shit say pending
Next day we up twenty seven
Fuck it bouta ice out a pendant
Bussin the bank for seconds
Hit up the strip for the latest collection
Reach for the stick imma teach you a lesson
Teach em a uh uh what
They said staydown cheese gon blow
One day we gon sellout shows
You need some ps i get it for the low
I did some dirt that dont nobody know
If theres a issue my niggas on go
BB Hustlers in dat mode
Make a new play we uppin the sco
Run it run it run it run it
Stay with my brothas we die for anova
Straight to the top we came from the gutta
Nigga talk crazy he meetin a cutta
I cant die young thats word to my muva
Tre swerve out the cut ima blow
walk down on em ion need no pole
Straight from the muscle been it from the go
hit up moe if I need me some snow
We hit DC ima snag me poleeee
hand it to lani when we walk in the sto'
Niggas around me, you know they clutching
walk up on us, chrome to ya muffin
I aint a charity I aint doin no favors
Tell you how it is straight up like the mayor
& When u serving you know gotta weigh up
Niggas see you holding, Then you gotta pay up
Clutchin
No fussin
U talkin
Im Bussin
Ride wit the jump out boys they gunning
u see them dreads heads and yo ass start running
we dont care if its yo aunties function
thats too bad u shoulda seen it coming
Hit up the bros if i need some racks
Fat methods bitch we talk straight facts
hit yo ass up while u shopping at saks
shit was too easy played em like a sax
Rap shit gon work bro just be patient
And We Aint gotta wait for shit cuz we taking
Niggas wanna tussle, then we gon bake em
Lamar on the field, the way I shaked em
Tired of the stress man i needa go get it
niggas gon snake you cuz this shit get wicked
I aint gon trip cuz the clock keep ticking
if Rap shit work shiid thats my ticket
and Some years from now, shid ima be thumbin
so yea fuck them niggas nigga you know how im comin
Crunch time we is on point like a pen
Walk down run down spin em again
You keep gettin slimed that boa not your friend
Uh uh uh cheese
Totin that heat like my name Bam
Dont try me cuz I'm gon blam
No G Herb came straight from spam
Uh uh what huh
Countin up racks old and new bands
Rinsin the cash bouta get me some land
Tre keep sticks like he play in a pan
Hit for some racks and we off to japan
Free 99 phone got no plan
We servin grams come get you a onion
Cant serve you yo bitch keep lunchin
Hop in the stu all I do is punch in
Nigga why up if you aint gon bust it
Move too alias slide in a bucket
Damian Lillard way i get a bucket
What what uh get em
Who want smoke we shootin off rip
Get too close end up in a zip
Smokin a zip coolin in the vip
If I'm down bad imma hit me a lick
Walk in the bank and walk out rich
Missin for a week found em in a ditch
He mad we set him up wit a bitch
He lookin for a glick tryna get back his lick
Bands in quick wit Lani and Rick
Feds try blitz they cant stop shit
You penny pinching nigga get a grip
Boom boom boom boom
Engine is revvin im Dior steppin
Pray to Allah that I get into heaven
Up in the Mosque countin my blessings
Only time I'm in church is to serve the reverend
He keep duckin the shots that we sendin
Drop on a Monday shit say pending
Next day we up twenty seven
Fuck it bouta ice out a pendant
Bussin the bank for seconds
Hit up the strip for the latest collection
Reach for the stick imma teach you a lesson
Teach em a uh uh what
They said staydown cheese gon blow
One day we gon sellout shows
You need some ps i get it for the low
I did some dirt that dont nobody know
If theres a issue my niggas on go
BB Hustlers in dat mode
Make a new play we uppin the sco
Run it run it run it run it
Stay with my brothas we die for anova
Straight to the top we came from the gutta
Nigga talk crazy he meetin a cutta
I cant die young thats word to my muva
Tre swerve out the cut ima blow
walk down on em ion need no pole
Straight from the muscle been it from the go
hit up moe if I need me some snow
We hit DC ima snag me poleeee
hand it to lani when we walk in the sto'
Niggas around me, you know they clutching
walk up on us, chrome to ya muffin
I aint a charity I aint doin no favors
Tell you how it is straight up like the mayor
& When u serving you know gotta weigh up
Niggas see you holding, Then you gotta pay up
Clutchin
No fussin
U talkin
Im Bussin
Ride wit the jump out boys they gunning
u see them dreads heads and yo ass start running
we dont care if its yo aunties function
thats too bad u shoulda seen it coming
Hit up the bros if i need some racks
Fat methods bitch we talk straight facts
hit yo ass up while u shopping at saks
shit was too easy played em like a sax
Rap shit gon work bro just be patient
And We Aint gotta wait for shit cuz we taking
Niggas wanna tussle, then we gon bake em
Lamar on the field, the way I shaked em
Tired of the stress man i needa go get it
niggas gon snake you cuz this shit get wicked
I aint gon trip cuz the clock keep ticking
if Rap shit work shiid thats my ticket
and Some years from now, shid ima be thumbin
so yea fuck them niggas nigga you know how im comin
Credits
Writer(s): Larry Porter, Mohammed Fall
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