On Me
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, it's on me (it's on me)
I told that bitch to hop up in the Rolls
Yeah it's on E (it's on E)
And she fell in love but I can't give her all
Yeah she salty
I might just hop in that Scat Pack
Zooming off real fast, yeah
I know she wanting these racks, yeah
But I might still hit from the back, yeah
Never gonna catch me lack, yeah
I just be smoking that pack, yeah
Had to say "RIP" to bozo, cause that 'lil brodie got whacked, yeah
Yeah it's on me, yeah
Told my momma I'mma make it in this shit, yeah
Put it on me, yeah
Fuck the drama, I'mma sit back with the Chrome Hearts on me, yeah
You cop designer, but you can't afford, yeah you can't afford what's on me, yeah
You rocking with it, yeah you rocking with all the hoes that's on me, yeah
The clothes that's on me, yeah
The flows that's on me, yeah
The Rolls that's on me, yeah
Yeah, I told that hoe just to back, back, back, back it on up (Yeah)
Out at Chanel and they bag, bag, bag, bag it on up
Yeah I been fucking these hoes
But I been feeling pretty lonely
She takin' lines up her nose
Yeah I been feeling like her Tony
Ever since you left
I've been tryna fucking heal, babe
I've been so damn stressed, every day's a fucking new pain
But I been so damn blessed, getting closer to this fame
She take off that dress, bend her over and she scream my name
So tell me why you gotta go
I wish you would come back to me, but you won't
Sayin' you still got love for me, but you don't
Telling myself I'll get over you, but I won't
Yeah, it's on me (it's on me)
I told that bitch to hop up in the Rolls
Yeah it's on E (it's on E)
And she fell in love but I can't give her all
Yeah she salty
I might just hop in that Scat Pack
Zooming off real fast, yeah
I know she wanting these racks, yeah
But I might still hit from the back, yeah
Never gonna catch me lack, yeah
I just be smoking that pack, yeah
Had to say "RIP" to bozo, cause that 'lil brodie got whacked, yeah
Yeah it's on me, yeah
Told my momma I'mma make it in this shit, yeah
Put it on me, yeah
Fuck the drama, I'mma sit back with the Chrome Hearts on me, yeah
You cop designer, but you can't afford, yeah you can't afford what's on me, yeah
You rocking with it, yeah you rocking with all the hoes that's on me, yeah
The clothes that's on me, yeah
The flows that's on me, yeah
The Rolls that's on me, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, it's on me (it's on me)
I told that bitch to hop up in the Rolls
Yeah it's on E (it's on E)
And she fell in love but I can't give her all
Yeah she salty
I might just hop in that Scat Pack
Zooming off real fast, yeah
I know she wanting these racks, yeah
But I might still hit from the back, yeah
Never gonna catch me lack, yeah
I just be smoking that pack, yeah
Had to say "RIP" to bozo, cause that 'lil brodie got whacked, yeah
Yeah it's on me, yeah
Told my momma I'mma make it in this shit, yeah
Put it on me, yeah
Fuck the drama, I'mma sit back with the Chrome Hearts on me, yeah
You cop designer, but you can't afford, yeah you can't afford what's on me, yeah
You rocking with it, yeah you rocking with all the hoes that's on me, yeah
The clothes that's on me, yeah
The flows that's on me, yeah
The Rolls that's on me, yeah
Yeah, I told that hoe just to back, back, back, back it on up (Yeah)
Out at Chanel and they bag, bag, bag, bag it on up
Yeah I been fucking these hoes
But I been feeling pretty lonely
She takin' lines up her nose
Yeah I been feeling like her Tony
Ever since you left
I've been tryna fucking heal, babe
I've been so damn stressed, every day's a fucking new pain
But I been so damn blessed, getting closer to this fame
She take off that dress, bend her over and she scream my name
So tell me why you gotta go
I wish you would come back to me, but you won't
Sayin' you still got love for me, but you don't
Telling myself I'll get over you, but I won't
Yeah, it's on me (it's on me)
I told that bitch to hop up in the Rolls
Yeah it's on E (it's on E)
And she fell in love but I can't give her all
Yeah she salty
I might just hop in that Scat Pack
Zooming off real fast, yeah
I know she wanting these racks, yeah
But I might still hit from the back, yeah
Never gonna catch me lack, yeah
I just be smoking that pack, yeah
Had to say "RIP" to bozo, cause that 'lil brodie got whacked, yeah
Yeah it's on me, yeah
Told my momma I'mma make it in this shit, yeah
Put it on me, yeah
Fuck the drama, I'mma sit back with the Chrome Hearts on me, yeah
You cop designer, but you can't afford, yeah you can't afford what's on me, yeah
You rocking with it, yeah you rocking with all the hoes that's on me, yeah
The clothes that's on me, yeah
The flows that's on me, yeah
The Rolls that's on me, yeah
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Writer(s): Aaron Dick
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