On Site
Awwwwwwww
Now who the fuck
Want war
Bitch I'll bring it to your front door
Gotta keep a lil extra heat
Just in case a ma fucka want more
Tried to tell these pussies ain't no one as cold as me
At everybody neck like motherfucking rosaries
My dawg he still be in the street
And he got a whole degree
But I can't hang with shawty cause they might just put a whole in me
Og said you look for anything when you as old as me
But I'm screaming fuck a deal
Ain't no record label controlling me
If they throwing papers at you
Hit the rope a dope
But people do anything
When they think that the supposed to blow
Give em gas
Put a fire to that ass
And make em choke on smoke
When they come back around
You already playing coast to coast
They know that I'm nice
I'm the nicest
This that hear it in the club and wanna fight shit
Facetime in real life I don't skype shit
All that shit you popped online
When I see you it's on site bitch
He copped him a scope and a beam
Cause they said he can't play for no team
Damn he was nice with a dream
But he turned into a fiend
Mixing lean with that sprite shit
In my city be careful which side you roll around
It's lil niggas with a big mac who be chopping up them quarter pounds
I ain't talking micki d's with the work
Tryna make a m off these streams
Cause cd's ain't being recorded now
They locked the door to the game but I will not stop
You'd think he was a dancer
The way this nigga pop locks
Still in this bitch cooking like a crockpot
And my voice be turning all of yo bitches on like a hot spot
Gotta make a pit stop
Shut it down so shit stop
No time for the bullshit
That's word to my wristwatch
Play with me
And people be clapping at you like flip flops
And I'm prolly the only nigga in this bitch without a tiktok
That boy be coming for the jugular
Outline same color as the fucking sheets that cover ya
If people betting on me
Somebody tell em they might as well double up
If my foot ain't on yo neck
Then the pressure already smothered ya
They know that I'm nice
I'm the nicest
This that hear it in the club and wanna fight shit
Facetime in real life I don't skype shit
All that shit you popped online
When I see you it's on site bitch
He copped him a scope and a beam
Cause they said he can't play for no team
Damn he was nice with a dream
But he turned into a fiend
Mixing lean with that sprite shit
Now who the fuck
Want war
Bitch I'll bring it to your front door
Gotta keep a lil extra heat
Just in case a ma fucka want more
Tried to tell these pussies ain't no one as cold as me
At everybody neck like motherfucking rosaries
My dawg he still be in the street
And he got a whole degree
But I can't hang with shawty cause they might just put a whole in me
Og said you look for anything when you as old as me
But I'm screaming fuck a deal
Ain't no record label controlling me
If they throwing papers at you
Hit the rope a dope
But people do anything
When they think that the supposed to blow
Give em gas
Put a fire to that ass
And make em choke on smoke
When they come back around
You already playing coast to coast
They know that I'm nice
I'm the nicest
This that hear it in the club and wanna fight shit
Facetime in real life I don't skype shit
All that shit you popped online
When I see you it's on site bitch
He copped him a scope and a beam
Cause they said he can't play for no team
Damn he was nice with a dream
But he turned into a fiend
Mixing lean with that sprite shit
In my city be careful which side you roll around
It's lil niggas with a big mac who be chopping up them quarter pounds
I ain't talking micki d's with the work
Tryna make a m off these streams
Cause cd's ain't being recorded now
They locked the door to the game but I will not stop
You'd think he was a dancer
The way this nigga pop locks
Still in this bitch cooking like a crockpot
And my voice be turning all of yo bitches on like a hot spot
Gotta make a pit stop
Shut it down so shit stop
No time for the bullshit
That's word to my wristwatch
Play with me
And people be clapping at you like flip flops
And I'm prolly the only nigga in this bitch without a tiktok
That boy be coming for the jugular
Outline same color as the fucking sheets that cover ya
If people betting on me
Somebody tell em they might as well double up
If my foot ain't on yo neck
Then the pressure already smothered ya
They know that I'm nice
I'm the nicest
This that hear it in the club and wanna fight shit
Facetime in real life I don't skype shit
All that shit you popped online
When I see you it's on site bitch
He copped him a scope and a beam
Cause they said he can't play for no team
Damn he was nice with a dream
But he turned into a fiend
Mixing lean with that sprite shit
Credits
Writer(s): Luis Polanco Jr
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