What I'm On
Got a new watch, ain't got no time for it (yeah)
Ten thousand dollars suit, it's jacket time for it
Way up out of state, I know the hocks, tryna know what I'm on
Got a fresh of death, I asked the baby, "Would you die for me?" (Yeah)
I make it suck it, bring the figure, brought it
Latina, lil' shawty, she like them empanadas
Love them money, tall lil' nigga, what you know about it?
Got the top off in the winter, told her, "Show up 'bout it"
Oh yeah
They know I was born in front of John, so they hate it
I pack all up in a blunt, so they fade it
She know I'm that nigga, but she don't know how to play it
She don't say it, they won't let me have my grandmas
I been moving solo for so long, homie
(Brodie like, "I can't even trust my right hand")
I be like, "Damn, look what they did to me"
But it's cool, look at what these bands did for me
Fifty thousand cash, look how fast that I counted up
She apologize a hundred times, but it's not enough
In the field, whole lot of gang, lot of my time
You don't wanna cross eyes, you don't wanna cross miles
Pull up in a frog, I said, "Lookin' at me cross-eyed"
Lil' bitch, I came up from the dark side
Lil' bitch, big feet, we got the dark side
You finally realize that you lost out, lil' bitch
Got a new watch, ain't got no time for it (yeah)
Ten thousand dollars suit, it's jacket time for it
Way up out of state, I know the hocks, tryna know what I'm on
Got a fresh of death, I asked the baby, "Would you die for me?" (Yeah)
I make it suck it, bring the figure, brought it
Latina, lil' shawty, she like them empanadas
Love them money, tall lil' nigga, what you know about it?
Got the top off in the winter, told her, "Show up 'bout it"
Oh yeah
Definitely did it, we definitely winning
They see what we spending, they see what we getting
They know we ain't finished
Why your baby be coming to me like y'all to me?
Why we always gotta back the Benz up on a broke nigga?
Arms in a whip, I wish you would go toe to toe with us
I remember times when I really had to roll with her
I could tell your shawty never been around, don't go get her
Fuck a four loco, your bitch tryna be all that dope niggas
Warping on a late night, oh yeah
Fuck a stand while I got my hands in the air
All she wanna know is that I care about her
And I was 'bout to back, but that's their problem
Told 'em to get with it or get lost
I guess they ain't know that I'm a boss
Tired fashion, we don't really do rocks
It ain't nothin' but a car (it ain't nothin' but a car)
In time, we don't really do long
Got a new watch, ain't got no time for it (yeah)
Ten thousand dollars suit, it's jacket time for it
Way up out of state, I know the hocks, tryna know what I'm on
Got a fresh of death, I asked the baby, "Would you die for me?" (Yeah)
I make it suck it, bring the figure, brought it
Latina, lil' shawty, she like them empanadas
Love them money, tall lil' nigga, what you know about it?
Got the top off in the winter, told her, "Show up 'bout it"
Oh yeah
Ten thousand dollars suit, it's jacket time for it
Way up out of state, I know the hocks, tryna know what I'm on
Got a fresh of death, I asked the baby, "Would you die for me?" (Yeah)
I make it suck it, bring the figure, brought it
Latina, lil' shawty, she like them empanadas
Love them money, tall lil' nigga, what you know about it?
Got the top off in the winter, told her, "Show up 'bout it"
Oh yeah
They know I was born in front of John, so they hate it
I pack all up in a blunt, so they fade it
She know I'm that nigga, but she don't know how to play it
She don't say it, they won't let me have my grandmas
I been moving solo for so long, homie
(Brodie like, "I can't even trust my right hand")
I be like, "Damn, look what they did to me"
But it's cool, look at what these bands did for me
Fifty thousand cash, look how fast that I counted up
She apologize a hundred times, but it's not enough
In the field, whole lot of gang, lot of my time
You don't wanna cross eyes, you don't wanna cross miles
Pull up in a frog, I said, "Lookin' at me cross-eyed"
Lil' bitch, I came up from the dark side
Lil' bitch, big feet, we got the dark side
You finally realize that you lost out, lil' bitch
Got a new watch, ain't got no time for it (yeah)
Ten thousand dollars suit, it's jacket time for it
Way up out of state, I know the hocks, tryna know what I'm on
Got a fresh of death, I asked the baby, "Would you die for me?" (Yeah)
I make it suck it, bring the figure, brought it
Latina, lil' shawty, she like them empanadas
Love them money, tall lil' nigga, what you know about it?
Got the top off in the winter, told her, "Show up 'bout it"
Oh yeah
Definitely did it, we definitely winning
They see what we spending, they see what we getting
They know we ain't finished
Why your baby be coming to me like y'all to me?
Why we always gotta back the Benz up on a broke nigga?
Arms in a whip, I wish you would go toe to toe with us
I remember times when I really had to roll with her
I could tell your shawty never been around, don't go get her
Fuck a four loco, your bitch tryna be all that dope niggas
Warping on a late night, oh yeah
Fuck a stand while I got my hands in the air
All she wanna know is that I care about her
And I was 'bout to back, but that's their problem
Told 'em to get with it or get lost
I guess they ain't know that I'm a boss
Tired fashion, we don't really do rocks
It ain't nothin' but a car (it ain't nothin' but a car)
In time, we don't really do long
Got a new watch, ain't got no time for it (yeah)
Ten thousand dollars suit, it's jacket time for it
Way up out of state, I know the hocks, tryna know what I'm on
Got a fresh of death, I asked the baby, "Would you die for me?" (Yeah)
I make it suck it, bring the figure, brought it
Latina, lil' shawty, she like them empanadas
Love them money, tall lil' nigga, what you know about it?
Got the top off in the winter, told her, "Show up 'bout it"
Oh yeah
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Writer(s): Lance Anthony Reid
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