On Me
Yeah (Yeah)
On me
You've been catching a lot of flack, Faiz
Hundred thousand on a bad day
Carry this cash give a back-ache
Yeah (Yeah)
On me
A lot of bullshit I'ma block out
My neck is flooded with rocks now
You take a pic' getting cropped out yeah
You know the beamer is grayed out (Skrrrt)
Four sevens on me ain't played out
Bossed up and you know I'm made now (Uh)
Nobody better done came out (Yeah)
I put some ice on my grill (Bling bling)
Status symbol yeah I'm real (Yeah)
Fuck all that noise, I'ma chill (Yeah)
Just talking about what I feel
I just got to bring it back for a minute
I feel like a soldier shoutout no limit
I just invested I got a percentage
I got the raps and I fucked around and did it
Rip any style you know I got the skill
You in your feelings boy what is your deal
Give me a beat I'ma make sure kill
Hard as a rock and I shine like I'm steel
I'm just riding in a beamer (Skrrrt)
Watching soccer Catalina (Hey)
Getting hot like a fever
I got my stripes like Adidas, hey
I shine enough in the day
Hit it full throttle I send it away
Send it too high, I think it's outer space
All of my team they gonna do what I say (Uh)
You ain't never catch me zoned out (Uh)
Got a meeting got to go now (Got to go)
Don't even ask them "Who cold now?" (Who)
I just thought that you would know now (Yeah)
Ain't no secret, yeah its me (Ha)
You get a D for the effort (Yeah)
I'm dripping red, sanguine (Drip)
You gonna fold under pressure, yeah
Yeah (Yeah)
On me
You've been catching a lot of flack, Faiz
Hundred thousand on a bad day
Carry this cash give a back-ache
Yeah (Yeah)
On me
A lot of bullshit I'ma block out
My neck is flooded with rocks now
You take a pic' getting cropped out yeah
You know the beamer is grayed out (Skrrrt)
Four sevens on me ain't played out
Bossed up and you know I'm made now (Uh)
Nobody better done came out (Yeah)
I put some ice on my grill (Bling bling)
Status symbol yeah I'm real (Yeah)
Fuck all that noise, I'ma chill (Yeah)
Just talking about what I feel
Look at my raps like they paintings (Uh)
Don't gotta do much explaining (Nah)
That shit is more entertaining (Yeah)
Look at your raps they be shaming (Ha)
Switch the flow, I'm it (I'm it)
Got that ice my wrist (Bling)
I just hit a lick (Damn)
All y'all full of shit (Ha)
I ain't never give a fuck, though (Uh)
Making music that is cut-throat (Yeah)
Once in a while switch it up, though (Yeah)
I can never get enough, hoe (Nah)
Yeah, got cash
Beamer on me with a digital dash
I've been spending all this critical cash
Two dollars, that's for your minimal ass
Damn bruh, that shit cold
Faiz on top, I see me run it
They all panic when they see me gunning
Racks on me, no less than a hundred (Uh, Yeah)
I'm trynna get to the top of the game
Driving this shit, I might change up my lane
Changing the game, I guess, what can I say
Fuck all these haters I got to refrain
Yeah (Yeah)
On me
You've been catching a lot of flack, Faiz
Hundred thousand on a bad day
Carry this cash give a back-ache
Yeah (Yeah)
On me
A lot of bullshit I'ma block out
My neck is flooded with rocks now
You take a pic' getting cropped out yeah
You know the beamer is grayed out (Skrrrt)
Four sevens on me ain't played out
Bossed up and you know I'm made now (Uh)
Nobody better done came out (Yeah)
I put some ice on my grill (Bling bling)
Status symbol yeah I'm real (Yeah)
Fuck all that noise, I'ma chill (Yeah)
Just talking about what I feel
On me
You've been catching a lot of flack, Faiz
Hundred thousand on a bad day
Carry this cash give a back-ache
Yeah (Yeah)
On me
A lot of bullshit I'ma block out
My neck is flooded with rocks now
You take a pic' getting cropped out yeah
You know the beamer is grayed out (Skrrrt)
Four sevens on me ain't played out
Bossed up and you know I'm made now (Uh)
Nobody better done came out (Yeah)
I put some ice on my grill (Bling bling)
Status symbol yeah I'm real (Yeah)
Fuck all that noise, I'ma chill (Yeah)
Just talking about what I feel
I just got to bring it back for a minute
I feel like a soldier shoutout no limit
I just invested I got a percentage
I got the raps and I fucked around and did it
Rip any style you know I got the skill
You in your feelings boy what is your deal
Give me a beat I'ma make sure kill
Hard as a rock and I shine like I'm steel
I'm just riding in a beamer (Skrrrt)
Watching soccer Catalina (Hey)
Getting hot like a fever
I got my stripes like Adidas, hey
I shine enough in the day
Hit it full throttle I send it away
Send it too high, I think it's outer space
All of my team they gonna do what I say (Uh)
You ain't never catch me zoned out (Uh)
Got a meeting got to go now (Got to go)
Don't even ask them "Who cold now?" (Who)
I just thought that you would know now (Yeah)
Ain't no secret, yeah its me (Ha)
You get a D for the effort (Yeah)
I'm dripping red, sanguine (Drip)
You gonna fold under pressure, yeah
Yeah (Yeah)
On me
You've been catching a lot of flack, Faiz
Hundred thousand on a bad day
Carry this cash give a back-ache
Yeah (Yeah)
On me
A lot of bullshit I'ma block out
My neck is flooded with rocks now
You take a pic' getting cropped out yeah
You know the beamer is grayed out (Skrrrt)
Four sevens on me ain't played out
Bossed up and you know I'm made now (Uh)
Nobody better done came out (Yeah)
I put some ice on my grill (Bling bling)
Status symbol yeah I'm real (Yeah)
Fuck all that noise, I'ma chill (Yeah)
Just talking about what I feel
Look at my raps like they paintings (Uh)
Don't gotta do much explaining (Nah)
That shit is more entertaining (Yeah)
Look at your raps they be shaming (Ha)
Switch the flow, I'm it (I'm it)
Got that ice my wrist (Bling)
I just hit a lick (Damn)
All y'all full of shit (Ha)
I ain't never give a fuck, though (Uh)
Making music that is cut-throat (Yeah)
Once in a while switch it up, though (Yeah)
I can never get enough, hoe (Nah)
Yeah, got cash
Beamer on me with a digital dash
I've been spending all this critical cash
Two dollars, that's for your minimal ass
Damn bruh, that shit cold
Faiz on top, I see me run it
They all panic when they see me gunning
Racks on me, no less than a hundred (Uh, Yeah)
I'm trynna get to the top of the game
Driving this shit, I might change up my lane
Changing the game, I guess, what can I say
Fuck all these haters I got to refrain
Yeah (Yeah)
On me
You've been catching a lot of flack, Faiz
Hundred thousand on a bad day
Carry this cash give a back-ache
Yeah (Yeah)
On me
A lot of bullshit I'ma block out
My neck is flooded with rocks now
You take a pic' getting cropped out yeah
You know the beamer is grayed out (Skrrrt)
Four sevens on me ain't played out
Bossed up and you know I'm made now (Uh)
Nobody better done came out (Yeah)
I put some ice on my grill (Bling bling)
Status symbol yeah I'm real (Yeah)
Fuck all that noise, I'ma chill (Yeah)
Just talking about what I feel
Credits
Writer(s): F M R
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