On The Edge ft. Josh White, JussTheLoyal & Turbeazy Lyrics

Ugh ugh

Damn right, what

I saw that bitch look at me on the walk out

That's the same one that saw me on the walk in

All of this ganja and gruella my calling

Look at me nigga, I'm very important

He want me to front him my shit is imported

I push the button the engine is roaring

I can not front

Girl I'm a spit like a Glock when it dump

I'm on the edge with a chop in the trunk

Bro you ain't score on the wok in a month

No

Call me conceited I'm calling it confidence

Word to my mother these niggas is bums

You sweep it under the rug

Ugh

Girl I'm a act like I'm blind

Ugh

I think that boy off the dust

Ugh

No I don't fuck with his kind

Who that nigga flying by

Just like Cena

They can't see him

Big ass nigga in a beater

Better join them you can't beat them

Why they trying to blow my high

I'm in Florida with my feet up

Dip to Cali for the re-up

Niggas never flipped no pack

I'm in the trap till the sky turn black

Now I move that work and I spit that crack

Bad bitch on me with a ass so fast

I'm a lose my breathe when I hit it from the back

Don't give a fuck what you talking bout

I had to take my own path it's a different route

If that bitch pussy trash I'm a kick her out

If she step outta line I'm a pick her out

Now that bitch

Now that bitch

Now that bitch shaking got the Holy Ghost

She not fucking with me, I do the most

Pull up with some shooters, they clear the coast

You playing with my bread, I turn you to toast

Yeah

You niggas sick, you gross

Yeah

I do not brag or boast

I be running to the money

Usain Bolt

Balling like Eli no I'm not a Colt

She said that Mulamandam is the goat

I ready been running shit fuck a vote

Niggas just fold like a envelope

I'm going for gold fuck a Introscope

Niggas selling souls just to get a check

Anything for rings like Belichick

Hit them with a shell in his turtle neck

Had to send little Johnny on a quest

Beat the beat up feeling like I'm quest love

I don't like fast bitches that's a set up

Why you getting next to me cuz I'm next up

Trying to get saved from me cuz I'm blessed huh

3 sixteens just like Austin

Better watch the stunner got to move cautious

Heavy weight champ, man the belt enormous

Lie, cheat, steal, Eddie taught me more shit

Just popped a Addie now I'm doing more shit

So much metal on me like a war ship

Shawty let it ring but it ain't with courtship

You ain't gang gang nigga you a tourist

Talking bout a Porsche riding in a Taurus

I saw that bitch look at me on the walk out

That's the same one that saw me on the walk in

All of this ganja and gruella my calling

Look at me nigga I'm very important

He want me to front him my shit is imported

I push the button the engine is roaring

I can not front

Girl I'm a spit like a Glock when it dump

I'm on the edge with a chop in the trunk

Bro you ain't score on the wok in a month

No