ON HIS ASS ft. WhosNelson Lyrics

(FLEXMAN)

That boy ain't got no racks

That boy wan' talk that trash

Shoot 'em one down real fast

Fox five get his ass

Run that cat too fast

That bitch got whole lotta ass

Rich nigga got whole lotta cash

Too fire lil bitch I'm gas

Nigga wan' spin my block now we on his ass

Big red boots so you know we stomp his ass

Rock all black lil cap

Talk down nigga fuck your dad

Get rich my shit too fast

Nigga mad I spit them facts

South side where I keep my cash

Down south my bitch too bad

Tryna flex times two that cash

Send shots and we catch 'em lack

Nigga wan' flex for the gram but we know he lag

That boy better not sleep so he must know we know where he at

That boy ain't got no racks

That boy wan' talk that trash

Shoot 'em one down real fast

Fox five get his ass

Run that cat too fast

That bitch got whole lotta ass

Rich nigga got whole lotta cash

Too fire lil bitch I'm gas

Nigga wan' spin my block now we on his ass

Big red boots so you know we stomp his ass

Rock all black lil cap

Talk down nigga fuck your dad

Get rich my shit too fast

Nigga mad I spit them facts

Really in my zone with it, drive-by now there's a hole in him

Real ones can see by the hoe in him I been stacking my paper and holding it

Down

I do this shit for my town

Sign a deal but I'm keeping it round

Sippin' lean soon as I hit the ground

I can't keep flexing on bitches my checks getting bigger

In motion I'm getting it quicker

I can't een handle my liquor so when I bust triggers

Just slide a few shots to the strippers

Move out the way, bitch I'm the wave

Sign out the Rave, paths that I paved

Life that I craved, lives that I saved

Deals that I made, prices I paid

I deserve more respect than I been getting

Ain't seen the bleeding, the crying, the sweating

I can't say how many ops I been wetting

New big boy numbers new rackades I'm netting bitch

Shoutout the Mil, been in the field

Counting the times when I almost got killed

Thinking bout times we broke bread as a meal

I'm glad that I got up and out there but still

I'm all alone, king of the throne

See how I've grown, Comme Garcon

See what I'm on, see what I own

I'm really going, I'm in my zone

Me and my bros going fed

Don't give a fuck bout a thing that you said

Speak on the family and we'll get you dead

Street made got voices inside of my head yeah