We On ft. Berry yung Lyrics

One of them niggas know they can't fuck with us

And moving with their best actors just like them mugs

Eighteen years old, I'm focused, taking me to hell

You know I can't fold up Tell my dog, boy, pay attention

It ripped out what nigga done mentioned My back is on the wall, I'm focused

My brother, you know I got hope for us Cause you know my brother

Fuck it, you ain't got to bother I'm sack it to the ceiling and me to the moon

Jacked like a raider I know they won't see me

See me fall If a bad bitch wanna fuck me raw

If a young niggas wanna see me crawl But I'm too taunt

Uh, yeah, yeah, open my tear, die Bitches just fuck with my red eye

I'm smoking this kush, I'm a heads high I built in the fire, cabana

Roll up these niggas and pop you a runner I made the cash up, full up this runner

Just bought it, these niggas be falling in on it

Yeah, spit the bars or the microphone The bitch is on, wear the cell phone

Roll up the niggas in shock I'm this motherfucker, pull up the shot

Glock, old tree, I'm feeling this bands All these bitches wanna roll up the bands

Bring it back, you don't walk with the fire You don't man, you don't go with the flows

You don't gag, yeah, uh I roll up, I put my day in one

Pop these niggas with my day in one Popping this bitch with a roll up my day in one

Feeling this 40 in my system Roll up these niggas and roll up the system

They're rolling on my wrist, they're rolling my shit

I don't give a fuck, I'm moving this brick Roll up, oh, 56, uh

Yeah, me Batman Me tryna roll up all the bad time

Every time I'm in a bad mood I just want a girl just to make me sad

Bad hoes, bad clothes Now I'm with the big of the bad hoes

Bouncing with the scumming Now the bitches fall with the right hoes

I'ma make it slime All these bitches wanna make it dime

All these bitches wanna make it shine

Living to see money in my slime And man, by then we ain't gonna dime

But the God we were doing just fine So he's gonna take my cell, yeah

Just to reminisce Test sufficient

So I can deal no more with these frenemies Now I hit the gas

Forget about the past, ADHD Oh, man, fuck that

We gone, we on Get this money, they know how we come

Then the code ain't on, my slime, uh Fuck these bitches, we on

Get the money, yeah, we rich, nah You know who fucked the baddest bitch, nah

I swear I'ma just fuck your bitch, nah I got the Rollie on my wrist, nah

Them hoes all shining on my tit, nah Them on my wrist, I got the shit

50 bricks, I swear I move the bricks I roll up the shit and I gather the bricks, uh

I got the kick, I got the stick I got the ice on me, then freeze

All these asses on my neck, they blink What you gon' say? Well, they shining on me, uh

Blink, what you gon' feel? It's you that love me, or it's you that trust me

You just wanna be with me, tell me you want me I got the feelings, I got the money, uh

We go, all the diamonds on my neck, they bleed, nah

All this love, all this tears, nah You stuck on my heart, you tear it all apart

I'ma swear, I'ma put up this game All this love, all this, all of this shit

Yeah, we on, yeah, we on All these niggas, nah, yeah, we on

I said we on, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we on