ON THE MAP ft. OTIS GHOST Lyrics

Yeah

We got to be able to blow some heads off

And we got to be ready

I told my jefe Primo, este listo

They saw my first shot and backed up like it's the second free throw

It's 3am, now three of them, they came to get Perico

Knew the tios but not the youngin, so we gon' check the chico

Where yo' cuete, where yo' ente, what you claimin' homie

If you leave my trap and die, then they gon' blame it on me

No packs of gas, but got the action on the yay, it's low-key

My nephew blammed it, then threw the hammer, that makes me loki

Some of my niggas blood, and some niggas locin

King and stones, some go kick the door and bring the folks in

We seen the motion, it's demon time, we don't need provokin

Find your scene and leave it smokin', spy me leakin' hemoglobin

I'm traumatized from my pops dyin' and hot ironin

My first memories, cop sirens and shots fired

We throwin' to you, then goin' through you without tryin

The difference is, you layin' flat, and I'm not lyin

We on the map, hit San Diego, I feel like Dago

Stone face like Plato, Potato, Jose Canseco

Curve Clips, Draco, for the breadcrumbs, you Panko

My brother popped two oxys, then asked me where the pain go

They asked me for a hit record, I'm better with the pain flow

We went crazy whippin' the baby, Dani leigh home

They clappin' in the hood, patty cake songs

Slow motion in the caddy bumpin' Trey Songz

That Trey bong, show no love, I feel like Faison

It's still free, Max B, I got my wave on

I came from them latch key programs and got my name strong

It's trash that a dice game done took takeoff

Bet against me, I take your face off

I think I'm Nick Cage, Ghost Rider at the playoffs

I need a Midwest Connect, I call Otis

Made a brick stretch, follow the imprint for the quota

We movin