ON 50 Lyrics

My lil thot hit me up

Said these niggas tryna find me

Stay on 50 when you leave the school couple niggas try to line me

You know me tho I'm smiley

Cause I know really who behind me

Call Gunna call gotti

It's to late to go and get cotti

But now we out to the street

At the corner where we meet

Seen 3 heads didn't speak

They didn't know we was 10 deep

My big mans 6'3

Raq here he gone tweak

Start punchin shit out his sneaks

They running like they had cleats

It's go time at its peak

Get to stomping on em 8 feet

Quick moves don't blink

It's another brawl every week

On no cameras I'm sleek

You crying nigga I'm weak

Aint no denying it I geek

Say the wrong thing you sleep

Creep

Zeeroy heh

Zeeroy get em

Ain't at least a 100

Won't see zeeroy in em

Knot to fat won't fit in my denim

Ass to fat feed on her like dinner

Got new hoes

Don't lose em I win em

Yea you cool

But a opp if you with em

Who hit who

I done em I did em

Put the bread up

I'll fund it Ill get em

Put the bread up I'll fund it

I

I been tryna chill

I ain't finna lie

Life to short

I ain't finna die

Back to the stu

On the money time

Got a couple racks I don't spend it

I

Stack Like bulk I Save it

I

Stay in this booth til I make it out

Swear I gotta make it

Ain't no way around

Ain't no playing round

They gone lay him down

Let me teach you the talk watchu saying now

Spinning thru harlem my playing grounds

If you don't stay out the way then they banging rounds

2k the least that I'm taking now

If you pay for the feature

I tear it down

Ever since birth demons been around

Made in harlem world but raised ina town

But Where was you no face we was breaking out

I'm in the stu all day just to make it out

You not wit us

You ain't valid

You can't make it now

Get ta staking out

Somebody getting taking out

Gangsta

I hop out the bush like a prankster

I'm making them moves just to rank up

You can keep your lil hoe she a stanka

My chick real cute she a thinker

Gone roll few grams put a drink up

Rookie lil nigga you a faker

Shawty on drip she laking

Gone take this stick no faking

I been on the run all day okay

Try me leaving you planking

My niggas is coming your way

But this isn't a issue

I aim I won't miss you

My lyrics official

Creating a visual

I choose and I pick who

The right wave to give to