On me Lyrics

Oh, gotta keep it on me, gotta keep it on me

Keep a stick on me niggas mad cause they bitch on me

I'm a young nigga still got money like a big homie

I be tryna tell cuz chill cause he be trippin on me

Robbin every nigga for they pole cause they some bitches homie

And I can't tell, nah, nah, on my fucking game

Free the homies out that cell, shit ain't been the same

And if a nigga actin hard them bullets penetrate

We ain't worried bout that time, we do it broad day

Aye to the top, no I can't fall off

Down on my own, I ain't have no one to call on

Better tell the junkies tap in, I need it all gone

Niggas rather hate than see you win I know it's all wrong, it's all wrong

I ain't worried bout no bitch, I been out here chasing strips

Tryna touch a couple M's, I'm tryna get my mama a crib

young nigga doing what I want so fuck your politics

Everybody gangster in this life until they partna a hit

And I don't fuck with niggas, you could label me a racist

Brody on the run, a couple niggas fightin cases

Free all the homies locked down in the cages

Can't wait to call my mama, and tell my mama that I made it

She asking who I'm fucking with, I'm fucking with nobody

You can't call me brother if you scared to catch a homie

Fuck that fake love, better keep that shit from around me

They smile in my face but I know niggas tryna down me

Keep a stick on me niggas mad cause they bitch on me

I'm a young nigga still got money like a big homie

I be tryna tell cuz chill cause he be tripping homie

Robbing every nigga for they pole cause they some bitches homie

And I can't tell, no no, on my fucking gang

Free the homies out that cell, shit ain't been the same

And if a nigga acting hard them bullets penetrate

We ain't worried bout that time we do it broad day

Ay broad day, we ain't waiting for the night

A couple niggas got left cause I been tryna get it right

I been stacking all my money, think I'm bout to take a flight

Got this bad bitch and I think that she tryna spend the night

But you can't do that, see the way you moving

I can tell that you be choosing

I been tryna win, I swear to god I'm tired of losing

Brand new whip off the lot, I be cruising

If you ain't getting money, dumb nigga what you doing

Keep a stick on me niggas mad cause they bitch on me

I'm a young nigga still got money like a big homie

I be tryna tell cuz chill cause he be tripping homie

Robbing every nigga for they pole cause they some bitches homie

And I can't tell, no no, on my fucking gang

Free the homies out that cell, shit ain't been the same

And if a nigga acting hard them bullets penetrate

We ain't worried bout that time we do it broad day