on point

No no
You don't want to go slow
When you're sending shots my way yeah they better be cold
Come on point
Why you acting so coy?
She eating me up like chips ahoy
Lil sexy thot yeah she do what I want

How you send for me first and I'm winning now
Yeah I stream my own but nobody streaming you at all
Your mom prays to me she just get down on her knees and bow
Knock your ass you won't even remember the fall
Corny ass voice You're talking too much
You already hit your peak you ain't never going up
Say that I got carried now I'm carrying your name
You had to drop an awful track just to get some of my fame
Little boys sending shots my way
Kicking for my name you coming sideways
I'm a slave to the masses you a slave to the sidekick
How you make a diss track and you never mention my weight?

No no
You don't want to go slow
When you're sending shots my way yeah they better be cold
Come on point
Why you acting so coy?
I'm just barely heating up I will go for your soul
In the city of angels put the pipe on that little hoe



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Writer(s): Hugo Lövdahl
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