Onion ft. Blacsoldier & OneOfNone Lyrics

Type shit, I'm the type nigga can't even say who done it

You think my nigga work for Walmart He walked in with bag of onions

Bitch thought I was chasing her must thought she was the back or some

OG don't do no digital real dope boy shit it's cash or nothing

Give me a key, I'm flipping that come back with some, start with a button

Go chase that pape, the baddest bitch gon' wanna fuck all of a sudden

Like the way the money feel, can't cap the money, the only thing that I'm touching

Can't go for it, I stand for something, nigga, so I don't go for nothing

Yeah, the type of nigga that'll get you wacked, won't even pay a penny

Flew to Washington, back to the A feel like I'm Michael Pennix

These niggas be broke as fuck, leave me alone, can't even pay attention

Cashed out on that RT Hemi

Before you see me, you'll hear my engine

Can't even see this bitch, it's tented cashed out on the pointer

I've never been the type of nigga to blend in

When I pop it, don't get offended

I already heard you niggas some bitches

I feel like a granny I keep me a switch

I'm with some killers, just check the attendance

Real player type shit

Type shit, I'm the type nigga can't even say who done it

You think my nigga work for Walmart He walked in with bag of onions

Bitch thought I was chasing her must thought she was the back or some

OG don't do no digital real dope boy shit it's cash or nothing

Give me a key, I'm flipping that come back with some, start with a button

Go chase that pape, the baddest bitch gon' wanna fuck all of a sudden

Like the way the money feel, can't cap the money, the only thing that I'm touching

Can't go for it, I stand for something, nigga, so I don't

Go for shit

Just took a shower with your hoe, she gon' hold it while I piss

And I'm gon' slam like I'm on raw, pop my shit like I'm the Miz

Look, I know you said you love me, I don't care, I want your friend

Hold on, yeah, I grabbed your hair, gave a fuck about your wig

I don't got time for that shit, I ain't got the patience

My lil' bro be high as shit, he working on his aviation

She ask me who you think you is, rocking coats off Raising kanan

He complain about that bag, and ain't doing shit to change it

I see these niggas steady bitching, she throw pussy like it's discus

I told lil' baby I'm a dawg, they need to throw me in the clinic

I met a bad bitch from the Bay, she 22 like Andrew Wiggins

Shit if I ever hit rock bottom, bro gon' teach me how to mix

My dawg be popping all these pills, that's the only way he feel me

Shit if I ever take a kneel that's the only way they kill me

She get one time, we can chill, after that, she get the real me

And I won't never miss a meal, want my head, the nigga feel free

Type shit, I'm the type nigga can't even say who done it

You think my nigga work for Walmart He walked in with bag of onions

Bitch thought I was chasing her must thought she was the back or some

OG don't do no digital real dope boy shit it's cash or nothing

Give me a key, I'm flipping that come back with some, start with a button

Go chase that pape, the baddest bitch gon' wanna fuck all of a sudden

Like the way the money feel, can't cap the money, the only thing that I'm touching

Can't go for it, I stand for something, nigga, so I don't go for nothing