ON ME
Hey Mazzi
Why everybody gotta be the plug man
Why everybody gotta talk like they the big steppers and everything man
They be scared as fuck when them people get behind them you hear me
Like every time them niggas try to tell me their stories I'm like ... ok
Like really dawg
Phone on DND for when I'm busy dawg
Talking behind my back
Bitch you done said it all
Bought to buy my first crib, on me
Family just left out oversees
I can't let shawty just fuck for free
On me
Oh my
One call I send his ass to sky
Don't give a fuck if you like me or not
Gave back to my city, we tryna survive
Make sure the bros get a piece of the pie
(Gotta split it with the bros man)
Make sure the bros get a piece of the pie
I don't trust the blogs cause they leaking a lie
I don't trust the blogs cause they leaking a lot
Mixing that shit and it's all in the pot
She got the bag, she got the WAP
I kinda like it lets go from the top
Give me some reasons go crazy yeah
Shit getting crazy they watch and they stare
Hit from the back, oh no
Hit from the back with a Go-Pro, yeah
Don't care 'bout none of your feelings, yeah
Show me what you dealing, yeah
But it's okay, that pussy good
Baby just call me that little engine
Mr. Mr. really could
I'm Brady
It's a touchdown baby
And it's kind of crazy
Riding in a foreign Mercedes
What you wanna do ole lady
Well bitch I ain't driving ms. Daisy
Tell her fuck you pay me
You really think you gone play me, daily
Like really dawg
Phone on DND for when I'm busy dawg
Talking behind my back
Bitch you done said it all
Bought to buy my first crib, on me
Family just left out oversees
I can't let shawty just fuck for free
On me
Oh my
One call I send his ass to sky
Don't give a fuck if you like me or not
Gave back to my city, we tryna survive
Make sure the bros get a piece of the pie
(Gotta split it with the bros man)
Make sure the bros get a piece of the pie
I don't trust the blogs cause they leaking a lie
My ex called me 'bout her future plans
Steady bragging 'bout her only fans
They pay premium to see her dance
Last year she made a 100 grand
And I ain't mad at her either
Cause she providing for her people
Tr3, Mazzi finna fuck up the summer
Tell my youngins listen
Life is what you make it
It ain't your until you take that shit
I make songs for hustlers
Scraping crumbs just to take a to piss
Cuban chains and Rollies round my way is like a championship
Grandma had us fixing pipes for when the ceiling used to drip
Flew out to Bermuda from Dulles
At the Cartier store tryna run it
Free young Reaper he still in the dungeon
Free young Reaper just sent 'em some money
The highest I been was the back of that Benz
I was eighteen sippin' on Tussin
Gotta watch them niggas you trusting
When I got on my Jewelry don't touch me
Like really dawg
Phone on DND for when I'm busy dawg
Talking behind my back
Bitch you done said it all
Bought to buy my first crib, on me
Family just left out oversees
I can't let shawty just fuck for free
On me
Oh my
One call I send his ass to sky
Don't give a fuck if you like me or not
Gave back to my city, we tryna survive
Make sure the bros get a piece of the pie
(Gotta split it with the bros man)
Make sure the bros get a piece of the pie
I don't trust the blogs cause they leaking a lie
Why everybody gotta be the plug man
Why everybody gotta talk like they the big steppers and everything man
They be scared as fuck when them people get behind them you hear me
Like every time them niggas try to tell me their stories I'm like ... ok
Like really dawg
Phone on DND for when I'm busy dawg
Talking behind my back
Bitch you done said it all
Bought to buy my first crib, on me
Family just left out oversees
I can't let shawty just fuck for free
On me
Oh my
One call I send his ass to sky
Don't give a fuck if you like me or not
Gave back to my city, we tryna survive
Make sure the bros get a piece of the pie
(Gotta split it with the bros man)
Make sure the bros get a piece of the pie
I don't trust the blogs cause they leaking a lie
I don't trust the blogs cause they leaking a lot
Mixing that shit and it's all in the pot
She got the bag, she got the WAP
I kinda like it lets go from the top
Give me some reasons go crazy yeah
Shit getting crazy they watch and they stare
Hit from the back, oh no
Hit from the back with a Go-Pro, yeah
Don't care 'bout none of your feelings, yeah
Show me what you dealing, yeah
But it's okay, that pussy good
Baby just call me that little engine
Mr. Mr. really could
I'm Brady
It's a touchdown baby
And it's kind of crazy
Riding in a foreign Mercedes
What you wanna do ole lady
Well bitch I ain't driving ms. Daisy
Tell her fuck you pay me
You really think you gone play me, daily
Like really dawg
Phone on DND for when I'm busy dawg
Talking behind my back
Bitch you done said it all
Bought to buy my first crib, on me
Family just left out oversees
I can't let shawty just fuck for free
On me
Oh my
One call I send his ass to sky
Don't give a fuck if you like me or not
Gave back to my city, we tryna survive
Make sure the bros get a piece of the pie
(Gotta split it with the bros man)
Make sure the bros get a piece of the pie
I don't trust the blogs cause they leaking a lie
My ex called me 'bout her future plans
Steady bragging 'bout her only fans
They pay premium to see her dance
Last year she made a 100 grand
And I ain't mad at her either
Cause she providing for her people
Tr3, Mazzi finna fuck up the summer
Tell my youngins listen
Life is what you make it
It ain't your until you take that shit
I make songs for hustlers
Scraping crumbs just to take a to piss
Cuban chains and Rollies round my way is like a championship
Grandma had us fixing pipes for when the ceiling used to drip
Flew out to Bermuda from Dulles
At the Cartier store tryna run it
Free young Reaper he still in the dungeon
Free young Reaper just sent 'em some money
The highest I been was the back of that Benz
I was eighteen sippin' on Tussin
Gotta watch them niggas you trusting
When I got on my Jewelry don't touch me
Like really dawg
Phone on DND for when I'm busy dawg
Talking behind my back
Bitch you done said it all
Bought to buy my first crib, on me
Family just left out oversees
I can't let shawty just fuck for free
On me
Oh my
One call I send his ass to sky
Don't give a fuck if you like me or not
Gave back to my city, we tryna survive
Make sure the bros get a piece of the pie
(Gotta split it with the bros man)
Make sure the bros get a piece of the pie
I don't trust the blogs cause they leaking a lie
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Writer(s): Mazzi Bunn
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