[Chorus:slim thug]
We on the way
We on the way
We on the way
(We on the way)
We on the way
We on the way
(We on the way)
We on the way
We on the way
(We on the way)
We on the way
Verse 1: TIDO
We on the the way to the top
Talk about bars we gone drop
All of you n***as is flopps
She on the ground like a mop
Am cuffing these bitches like cops
Am always looking like Vos (clear)
Look at my ex and am like (where)
Wearing a Rob and am Ric (flair)
I told that bitch I do not (care)
You wah me she want me ( she want me)
She gat a shoe on me
You feel like a wannabe
You better leave hommie
I gat some lean
Don't fuck with my salary
Am on some henesy
It must be the energy
These n***as be claiming they made me
They faking me
Think am the enemy this is jxt
We on the way hommie
The way to the pay hommie
(The way to the pay hommie)
Verse 2: SLIM THUG
Going up gata escalate (going up going up)
Mary Jane gat me On that maditate (fly high)
Pass it to the right that's how it's gat to rotate
Lyrical guru fake n***as gat to manifest
Ain't here to gamble
But I play these homes like Lotto (yeah)
Am living in the fast lane n***a full throttle
Am a strong acid fake n***as organic
My boy TIDO his a dam bass nutrolisation
(You know it )
Tommy gun on him ain't nun no titration