On Me ft. Lil Keel Lyrics

Yeah, Racks on me

Yeah, Racks on me

Yeah, my momma counting on me

So I put my pain on these beats

All I do is show love but I never get it back

Ima pull off your chain, no you can't get it back

Catch me at saks because I love spending racks

I blow her back and then Ima send her back home

That girl a stoner

Hop in a Benz then I hop in a Rover

I swear it's up when I get my diploma

I'm just getting started this shit isn't over

Hold up

Slow down baby got a blade leave you chopped up

Shawty make my head spin, helicopter

New beam, bullets make you dance like Bachata

They know I could take a hit like a boxer

Hold up, Plug Reexe, I don't think they hear what you're saying

I send him to God, now his momma praying

I pull up with that K and give that boy a facelift

I can't help but notice my own people changing

I guess everybody going through some changes

I still remember days sitting on my ass, waiting

For the day to say "Momma I made it"

Boy why you waiting

You got a dream, better get up and chase it

She tripping on me like untied laces

I see the world and I know Ima change it

Yeah, Racks on me

Yeah, Racks on me

Yeah, my momma counting on me

So i put my pain on these beats

I've been making plays, I been out here on the road

Had to go back to Cali

They just booked me for a show

You just found out he lame, man I already know

Wanna get locked in, I could put you in the know

Keep it real, baby I could really show you how to grow

Stay down ten toes, I could teach you how to go

In a new BM, baby riding with the top down

Everybody wanna talk to me because I'm hot now

I was just in a range, now i'm cruising in a drop now

She just said I'm lame now she tryna lip lock now

Pull up to the scene, Ima hit

Then I dip

Poured a deuce in my juice

I'm just tryna take a sip

I don't do the green dollars

Yeah my money come in crip

Choppa like a Beyblade, pull up let it rip

Sending bullets on his block

This ain't no nerf, little boy

You ain't strapped up

Stay up out the turf little boy

Hellcats, Trackhawks, like I'm Durk, little boy

Playing with your life

End up on a shirt little boy

Yeah, Racks on me

Yeah, Racks on me

Yeah, my momma counting on me

So i put my pain on these beats