On Side ft. Lasevv Lyrics

Spent 5k on a fit, tryna see if Lasevv fit

We know you a bitch nigga scared to take the risk, uh

Once I get that cash man I'm splittin' with the gang, uh

He run up on uh up and let it bang

Like my nuts I see a opp, best believe I let em' hang

Nigga think he gangsta up that stick and leave a whole stain

Bitch I'm smokin' on this za, I told bro give me the whole thing

Nigga run up on me trippin', switch he bet let it rang

I'm gon' show the three,

Ayy, treat em' like I'm Dame, ayy

Tattoos on my fuckin' neck you know I felt the pain, ayy

And I truly believe, that niggas ain't the same, ayy

You don't get no fuckin' respect nigga, that shit be lame, ayy

As soon as I get rich I'm goin' cop a several chain

I'm up in that scat with la TJ not a Range

Hold on, doin' what I do lil' nigga stay up in your lane, uh

Pull me up 4 of trish its fucking up my brain

Bitches wanna fuck I tell the hoe that you can't hang, uh

And if you comin' over bring some friends for the gang

Niggas tryna ride my wave, niggas know Lasevv be lit uh

Bitch I'm fuckin' hoes, fuckin' bitch after bitch, uh

If it ain't that niggas tryna say it's this, uh

Once we get that bag we ain't never sending diss

Once we sign that contract, I'm tryna go pour 4 up of trish

Chillin' in a mansion I can't trip about no bitch

Hold on, Superman I save the day

Bad bitch she gon' fuck today

Fuck the cops and fuck the jakes

In that SRT I just love to race

Get the racks and I flood the bank

She a Sexy Red so she for the gang

Heard your paper pussy youse' a fuckin' shame

And they takin' L's cause they fuckin' lame

Like I'm Michael Myers, nigga

I slay the pussy every night, now she tired, nigga,

And I told her

You gon' be alright nigga

Dumb bitch, she better not play

Cause that pussy mine nigga

Hold on bitch I'm in that SRT

That Drakey on my side, uh

Shawty told me to tell the truth, bitch you know that I lie

I ain't trippin' bout no hoe, boy I'm somewhere gettin' fried, uh

Up in with that stick stop the whip and pull on side

Hold on, bitch, I'm on the what

Hit his face and make him duck

Bitch, I'm comin' out that cut

Bitch, nigga you outta luck

Shoutout Gang bro make it bang

Boy, I'm comin' outta clutch

And when I up this 9 he try to run, make bro bite the dust