On Da Land Lyrics

Yeah you know I'm a demon, I ain't got no chill

We see a opp we drop a opp

100 rounds up in a Glock yeah we the ones that's throwin' shots

I told Brodie park the V I'm feeling mad I'm hoppin' out

How you onna gram with all them guns but you ain't poppin' out

I been in the trap for 20 days and I ain't sleepy yet

He thought he was tough just walkin' up he didn't peep the tec

I stood over top I shot his face and all he seen was death

Caught em out of bounds man this shit over I don't need a ref

Now that boy a vic, I told Zay

When you see his homie trunk em from the rip

Got ya bitch sippin' purple lazy, nigga, this ain't liq

When I spin man you better hope that you don't fuckin' slip

On the land we at the park from sun up to sun down

I told Bro when you see that tinted car it's goin' down

I'm the nigga with the pound, bangin' shit up in the sky

He dropped a diss but then he lied now it's time to say goodbye

Big boy We bang shit, slimehill he flame shit

I told Big9Hill to spin around and hang shit

We is not the same bitch, onslime you lame bitch

Mob ties, gang shit, mob ties gang

I had to stop, I started laughin, thinkin' bout

All the opps up in a box, I don't argue with no random

Get a Glock and clear a block, go put a point on the board

All that dissin' get you shot, I told Ty, go grab the drac

And put that nigga on the clock

Lil' Stan, he thirsty my murder twin worse than me

All he know is first degree, don't you think bout hurtin' me

All the guys they merkin' em, got a bitch, she lurkin' me

Man, I swear she irkin' me, I do grown man shit

Got a grown man blick, told this bitch come suck it up

And eat this grown man dick, gotta pole on your strip

Youn own that shit, this ARP

It Gotta switch it make a grown man flip ughhhhh

Make a grown man flip, make a grown man flip

We condone that shit, like ughhh

Grown man shit, this that grown man shit

This that grown man shit

This that grown man shit