We on ft. 2.0 Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let me, let me clear myself up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, we on, we on, we on

We on, we on, we on We on, we on, we on

We on, we on, we on From the block to the gate, we go

From the stairs to the hills, we on Get that bang, get that bang, we low

We on, we on, we on From the block to the gate, we go

From the stairs to the hills, we on Get that bang, get that bang, we low

We on, we on, we on

Drunk with the sauce when I walk around Had to beat them all, I'm the boss now

Hold up, I entered my zone Passport, deliver, I'm gone

A1 sauce, no East Coast If you really my nigga with the repose

I'm losing my ceilings, I'm high as hell I'm buying, supplying, I'm flipping the shells

I'm dodging the mickeys, no snakes in my cells I'm dropping the 50s, the 100s, some Ls

I'm up with the tortoise, can't bang with the snails The fire's included, I'm bringing them hell

Ice cream, Chevy, make the whole world flip Ride a B-cam, make the whole world drip

California roll and they mingle drip Now they all know my name and I ain't gon' drip

And he knows me, got it unlocked like quarantine Said he knows me

Cause I've got it unlocked like quarantine

We on, from the plane to the gate, we go

From the stairs to the hills, we on Get that bang, get that bang, we low

We on, we on, we on

From the plane to the gate, we go

From the stairs to the hills, we on

From the baez to the baez, we low

We on, we on, we on

They fuck with big people because they know we pushin' pressure

Before we get to fuckin', put my diamonds on the dresser

They told me I'm with it, they with it, and they like my style

I don't like rubber bands, I keep my money in the pile

Size 13, now I stomp a nigga out

Before you go to bed, might see me on your mama couch

He keep callin' my phone, talkin' bout let me get you out

Number not even saved, I don't know what they talkin' bout

If you ridin', passin' job, you rollin' up the spliff

I be in the back, backwood between my lips

Use cash for the gas, EBT for the chips

I never backtack, never take two trips

Never met a girl like me, I really come equipped

Everybody cute, in the back of my Woods

If they turn it up, just know that it's my shit

My flow, my roll, my style, my drip, nigga

You like my style, still fire, I know, yeah

They cry, we grind, we know

Fuck it, we on

From the plant to the gate, we go

From the stairs to the hills, we on

From the baez to the baez, we low

We on, we on, we on

From the plant to the gate, we go

From the stairs to the hills, we on

From the baez to the baez, we low

We on, we on, we on

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