On Me Lyrics

I got that gas on me, burn up, burn up, burn up

I got them choppas on me, run up, run up, run up

No I do not got ID, they know us, know us, know us

That lil’ bitch claim she a freak? Come show us, show us, show us

I went from rags to riches

I'm ‘bout to spazz on bitches

My choppa blast at snitches

My car too fast for niggas

Lil’ bitch don't call on my iPhone

Don't even ask for digits

I'm sipping lean till my eyes low

I'm making bad decisions

And you know I’m bringing the heat

And my lil’ bitch she on fleek

I can get a new bitch every week

I can put a lil’ bitch in a Jeep

Wake up, get money, go back to sleep

You know I got that shit on repeat

You ain’t running a check, take a seat

I be serving that shit make em tweak

I’m sipping that lean I’m an addict

This weed got me high like an attic

This choppa get right to attackin’

I’m shooting if he want that action

Make yo’ ass disappear like it’s magic

Make that work disappear bitch I’m trappin’

Please quit fucking with me I’m a savage

Bitch I spit so much heat I’m a dragon

And that nigga moving too fast

I bet that nigga won't last

I put that semi on blast

That choppa gon’ take yo back

I spend money make it right back

You spend money you out of cash

So much paper should own my own class

And yeah yo’ lil hoe let me smash

She gave it to me and my dawgs

I really just met the bitch

Lil’ nigga I don't wanna talk

If it ain't about checks and shit

And you know I’m all ‘bout my dawgs

Might as well be a vet and shit

Lil’ nigga don't get involved

I'll put rounds in yo’ neck and shit

I got that gas on me, burn up, burn up, burn up

I got them choppas on me, run up, run up, run up

No I do not got ID, they know us, know us, know us

That lil’ bitch claim she a freak? Come show us, show us, show us

I went from rags to riches

I'm ‘bout to spazz on bitches

My choppa blast at snitches

My car too fast for niggas

Lil’ bitch don't call on my iPhone

Don't even ask for digits

I'm sipping lean till my eyes low

I'm making bad decisions

Yeah woah, I’m counting hundreds you just counting tens

You keep talking out yo’ neck I’m aiming at yo’ chin, woah

I treat these bullets like some messages

Seem like you ain’t get the memo so we’re pressing send, woah

Shit I get blessings on blessings

Guess I gotta pull out the ruler for niggas that can’t learn their lesson

I got a bitch just to give me some top and relieve all my stressing

I get a check and never stop I move right to the next one, woah

Silly nigga get yo’ racks up

If you fuck with us then you gon’ need some back up

That’s cause we’re deep and when we out then we gon act up

And we ain’t fighting nigga we gon get you wrapped up, woah

And we gon pull up with a rocket though

Flee the scene, yeah we gon’ take off like a comet though

They’re sending threats and dropping bombs hope it’s atomic though

‘Cause you gon’ mess around and end up like Osama though, yeah