On Me ft. Jubiee D Lyrics

Yeah I got it on me, waited so long, I got 30 in my jeans

Suckas think they got it, they don't got it like me

I was down bad, ain't nobody want me

Now they see me goin' up and now they actin sorry

Yeah, I got it on me, waited so long, I got 30 in my jeans

Suckas think they got it, they don't got it like me

I was down bad, ain't nobody want me

Now they actin' hella sorry, tryna skirt off

In the Benz Like, where was you l? when I was callin' on

Me

All this shit is goin' through my head Like, will I live another day

But I ain't trippin, bitch, I got it on me

All these bitches fake, they always actin' It's feelin' like a movie, how it's lights

And camera action like what happened? Niggas fake to funk, they always cappin' and

I'm spazzin

'Yo bitch just hit my phone, and say I'm crackin

Make you vanish like it's magic Timmy Turner, no Wanda

See me with the Cosmo, you can slide if you want to

No drama, see a nigga loot him like a llama & These commas, I'ma keep on goin' til the sun up

Yeah, I got it on me, waited so long, I got 30 in my jeans

Suckas think they got it, they don't got it like me

I was down bad, ain't nobody want me Now they see me goin' up and now they actin

Sorry

Yeah, I got it on me, waited so long, I got 30 in my jeans

I just think they got it, they don't got it like me

I was down bad, ain't nobody want me

Licks, flips, anything to make the cents. Tryna ditch my Honda and hop in the Benz

I got one best friend, his name Benjamin I love quality time we together spend

No acquaintances, cause I got a touch 10 A couple dues I gotta pull out the pen

Who goin' in again

I hold a Glock 19, what you mean amends

Ain't you gangsta as fuck? It don't make sense

You the type to act different when you with friends

I'm the type to peep that like a good lens

Get rich or die tryin, bro, I feel like 50

Real gutta boy, happily tatted the city Slum baby, so you know it stay with me

Need one for the low tap in Brody, hit me

Look goofy might rob you, who the fuck is you shittin?

Dumb money spent, ain't the soul that you hittin

Used to hit and licks with bro, & 50, we splittin

Alcoholic, Marijuana, been fucked in my kidneys

Like this is Green Beam, I could aim it Sydney

Gotta keep one on the hip, ain't no buster gon' kill me