On It

This that shit right here

On it
On it
Like mission, on it yea
On dat
On dat
Ye yo bitch she on dat yea
Off dat
Off dat
Perc 30, molly, gas
We some f***ing fiends
But never catch me sipping lean

Pure medicine
She give sloppy Madeline
We keep spinning, spinning, spinning
No perc Aint no ballerin
Yea We want you top boy just tryna see you a** bleed
Yo a** 50 boy how you bite da hand yo a** need
Keep it 200 like a stang
Why you talking yo breathe stank
N***** really like to hate
Everyone my way know I crank
They say back then I was lame
N**** I'm still da same either way
B**** a** n**** Im in my bag
You just all up in my lane
I go hard, hard
Like juice
We say "haha"
Shoot you
Can not catch a case
It's a lose lose
Don't test the temp it's too blaze
The block know me as a loose screw
This glock on me give temp fades
If you vs me it's going one way
They ain't find you It's a blues clues

On it
On it
On it
On it like a mission
On that b****
She in it
She want me to
Get up all up inner
She can't f*** with me
I'm the kid I'm spinning

Aye
On it
Like a mission, on it
On that
On that
Yea yo b**** she on dat
Off that
Off that
Perc 30, molly, gas
We some f***ing fiends
Never catch me sipping lean