We on em Lyrics

Woah, woah, woah

Woah

Gang

Woah Gang

Woah, woah

Third, woah

Ayy, Aye we on em bad

556 go chasin', hit em in the ass

Take the gloves up off your hands man fuck it

Get rid of the mask

Try hard not to crash

Might to lose my mind and show my ass

Jbee in the back with plenty sticks

Know he down to crash up but fuck it

Heard that nigga cough, where the robitussin

Know he sick, sick of gettin' shot

Hit him in the stomach

Let off three shots, from the coupe

Him and the gang, done got to running

When you see me and I draw down

Know this shit bout to get ugly

Get to bussin quick

I can't love no bitch no not at all

Them hoes just make me sick

Who gon' waste my time

You think it's mine

My watch don't even tick

I fuck with some groupies from the strip

They ask to take a flick

And here she go

Postin' on the gram like bitch, just stop that shit

All them times I need the help

They ain't reach to give me shit

Make em look mad

I'm so rich don't even ask for shit

Nigga, this a third party

You opp-ass hoes ain't gettin' in

I slide in stupid scats

Don't know which one, my tint bout five percent

Aye this bitch bout five percent

Man, fuck it

Aye this bitch bout five percent

Won't see a nigga coming

It's night time, might pop your shit

Feelin' like Young Weezy

Fuck a bird, man, I got Drakes and shit

Opp ass nigga dying

When we catch em , I might break your shit

Then he go get Facetime

His momma scream, my baby chris

Ooh, he made the news

Where your brothers at i'm facing shit

Nigga, fuck them kid that's in the house

I'm screaming four-way bitch

bet not catch you, niggas

In the pote, don't ever cross that line

Hoes be on my line

And i'm like , Damn shawty, you might fine

Nigga, this a two-man

I'm by myself, don't need the guys

Fuck these bitches, laces up

Won't buy no more, that's a waste of dimes

Oh, God

We on em ayy, we on em

Ayy, we on em, ayy, we on em

Fuck the mask, I ain't never need the shit

Need to see my face when you get hit up

And you bleedin', bitch, got hit up sixty times

We on em, ayy, we on em

Ayy, we on em, ayy, we on em

Ayy, kno i drill, shit, delete shit

Fuck you think this is

Try to come for mine, i bet you die

Right outside your crib, we on em

We on em, gang

Third world