On On Lyrics

I just ran that sack up bih

Um on on

Why yo girl keep texting what she

On on

I do a lot of flexing cause we

On on, we on on, we on on

Them whips up sitting pretty what they

On on

Just got a script of diddies now we

On on

We rolling thru the city like we

On on, we on on, we on on

Straight from the bottom to the top yea um on on

I dont condone in ratting stop calling my phone phone

What you low on ya stacks and you need u a loan loan

My nigga stay wit the thrax why u smoking that home grown

Um bout to set dis bih off like a N O nigga take it back to

Girbaud jeans booted up off jiggas but in my city we pop diddes

Mix em wit zanes and niggas u use to know ball sniffing the train

Its all good cause in my hood we turnt up

Jump stupid like a over cooked meal get burnt up

Lesson learn so back off ductape on the back of a dirty dirty burner

With serial number scratch off thick bih with a lot of ass she bad bad

Baby daddy keep calling um fucking he mad mad get drag drag you get in yo

Body behind that got mobties ill send a goodfella to get you wack like that

I just ran that sack up bih

Um on on

Why yo girl keep texting what she

On on

I do a lot of flexing cause we

On on, we on on, we on on

Them whips up sitting pretty what they

On on

Just got a script of diddies now we

On on

We rolling thru the city like we

On on,we on on,we on on

Um on on i had to say it two times finesse a nigga two times to free

Finesse 2 tymes i only fuck wit real niggas i hate phonies check the

Paperwork you wont see none of my name on it what you claim homie

Um north side to the toolie bang Medusa head on the belt give me power

Pootie tang um from a place where they throw eights on a car niggas

Sitting high like they trying be closer to god and

These hoes wanna be close to a star that came from the street been thuggin

I came out my momma with these gold teeth

Just got a script of them diddies um straight straight you want the

Blue one with the m or the green with k eight thats thirties and

Fifteen been trapping since sixteen clip hold twenty twenty thats

Covid no nineteen you think a nigga gone kill me well thats dead dead

Um in ya bushes laying on you like a bed spread um thug out

I just ran that sack up bih

Um on on

Why yo girl keep texting what she

On on

I do a lot of flexing cause we

On on,we on on,we on on

Them whips up sitting pretty what they

On on

Just got a script of diddies now we

On on

We rolling thru the city like we

On on, we on on, we on on