On My Shit

Flee
Watch when I'm back on my shit

Baby you know I'm still grinding
You could tell the way we shining
Pinky ring flossy, it's blinding
And she just love how I'm vibing
Niggas outside they be wilding
So I'm still packing that iron
No I'm not lacking and shit
Watch when I'm back on my shit
Watch when I'm back on my shit
Watch when I'm back on my shit
They gonna jump right on my dick
When I get back on my shit
Watch when I'm back on my shit
Watch when I'm back on my shit
They gonna jump right on the dick
When I get back on my shit

Ain't seen the kid in minute
But I'm back handling business
Ain't got time for you lil bitches
Nigga just stacking them digits
Shorty know my vibe is different
Under the silky I'm spinning
Niggas they hate trying to clip him
But they ain't know that I was gripping
Need to refrain from the grilling
Before this shit turn to a homi
You would've thought this was gymnastics
The way that we catching these bodies
Sorry not sorry
Ain't playing games no atari
You could catch me out in SOBE
Back to back, Bentleys and Mazis
Word to Bigga, you could ask Fed
Find a nigga where the cash is
We them niggas still baby
And I ain't talking no past tense
Flee
And I ain't talking no past tense
Yeah you know we on the move
While these niggas stay stagnant

Baby you know I'm still grinding
You could tell the way we shining
Pinky ring flossy, it's blinding
And she just love how I'm vibing
Niggas outside they be wilding
So I'm still packing that iron
No I'm not lacking and shit
Watch when I'm back on my shit
Watch when I'm back on my shit
Watch when I'm back on my shit
They gonna jump right on my dick
When I get back on my shit
Watch when I'm back on my shit
Watch when I'm back on my shit
They gonna jump right on the dick
When I get back on my shit

Watch when I'm back on my shit
They gonna jump back on the dick
Yeah I'm right back on the strip
Nigga just stacking them chips
Moncler jacket I'm drippy
And she wanna be seen with me
And she know that I'm real picky
But she made the cut, so she with me
And she love how I maneuver
Did I mention she a cougar
Calling me by my new name
Twelve inches I'm the ruler
Yeah you know I had to school
Her
Sit in the back of the class
Had to get back on my shit
Just to get back to the bag
Now we right back at the pad
She don't know where the stash at
You could try my lil baby
See her waist looking snatched damn
She might ask "Where the cash at?"
Got no dollars, where the cash app
All this ice on a nigga
Man you know I gotta flash that

Baby you know I'm still grinding
You could tell the way we shining
Pinky ring flossy, it's blinding
And she just love how I'm vibing
Niggas outside they be wilding
So I'm still packing that iron
No I'm not lacking and shit
Watch when I'm back on my shit
Watch when I'm back on my shit
Watch when I'm back on my shit
They gonna jump right on my dick
When I get back on my shit
Watch when I'm back on my shit
Watch when I'm back on my shit
They gonna jump right on the dick
When I get back on my shit



Credits
Writer(s): Gavin London
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