On What You On

BMG
I'm on some whole other shit right now

You can't run from a gun wit det beam on ya leatherman
Beck Money cartel pull up deeper than Mexicans
Call me rubber band Walk with the glizzy I'm stretching em
We can't get at the nigga we catching who next to em
Smokin za out the wood you can't match if it's regular
Tryna slide for lil Poppa that shit unforgettable
You can't slide through my hood you won't make it past meadowbrook
On the net you a thug In the streets niggas scared & shook

Niggas 1 step from heaven we sending you home
It is what it is & I'm on what you on
When that pressure applied know these niggas gone fold
Know some niggas with bodies got sent up the road
Im a ride for my niggas thats right fuck a wrong
Im a slide with my pistol you type on a phone
I'm too little to fight I get right with that Chrome
Off the hip with that pipe and im wiping ya nose

Im a say what I mean & I mean what I said
Nigga speaking on Poppa consider him dead
Im a crip when I blank all I'm seeing is red
Change the way niggas think when that beam on ya head
Hit the block with the Glock 30 stick full of lead
Put the Glock to ya top hit the switch leave em red
If he spot then he got he get popped like some meds
Put a scope on a chop we gone knock off ya dreads

Catch a Nigga in traffic I'm acting a fool
I know niggas that's bloody know niggas piru
Arp mix em up turn his body to soup
From the shit that you talkin must be bulletproof
Break a freaky lil bitch eat the dick like some fruit
Heard a nigga been talking bout sliding on woo
Hit the door break it loose turn the bitch to a coupe
All that acting you lacking just know im a shoot

You can't run from a gun wit det beam on ya leatherman
Beck Money cartel pull up deeper than Mexicans
Call me rubber band Walk with the glizzy I'm stretching em
We can't get at the nigga we catching who next to em
Smokin za out the wood you can't match if it's regular
Tryna slide for lil Poppa that shit unforgettable
You can't slide through my hood you won't make it past meadowbrook
On the net you a thug In the streets niggas scared & shook

Niggas 1 step from heaven we sending you home
It is what it is & I'm on what you on
When that pressure applied know these niggas gone fold
Know some niggas with bodies got sent up the road
Im a ride for my niggas thats right fuck a wrong
Im a slide with my pistol you type on a phone
I'm too little to fight I get right with that Chrome
Off the hip with that pipe and im wiping ya nose

Im a say what I mean & I mean what I said
Nigga speaking on Poppa consider him dead
Im a crip when I blank all I'm seeing is red
Change the way niggas think when that beam on ya head
Hit the block with the Glock 30 stick full of lead
Put the Glock to ya top hit the switch leave em red
If he spot then he got he get popped like some meds
Put a scope on a chop we gone knock off ya dreads

Big BMG shit