On It
[Intro: YFG FATSO & Lil King]
I was goin' all track star, bringin' it back, I ain't never burnt out and they know this
It's hella straps in the whip, I ain't gotta play tough, if a n***a act up, we gon' roll quick
N***as ain't on a crumb, we spinnin' for nothin', opps be in the crib on some ho shit (Cuda, you made this?)
Reaper tatted on my arm, disrespect, get slumped, we pull up, send a bomb where your ho live
[Verse 1: YFG FATSO]
Any time it's a problem, I'm pushin' on n***as, it's that, if I see you, get on it
Still jump a Track' when I wanted, two hundred or more, push it out, I ain't ridin' no slow shit
Still grindin' like I ain't get rich, how I did, you would think I was postin' a warnin'
Always outside, it ain't never a day I be hidin', real Reap, don't indulge in no ho shit
I was goin' all track star, bringin' it back, I ain't never burnt out and they know this
It's hеlla straps in the whip, I ain't gotta play tough, if a n***a act up, we gon' roll quick
Still bringin' it up, ain't respondеd to nothin', it ain't me, I don't care 'bout no old shit
Thot bitch holdin', two of 'em dead 'cause I know I ain't gotta say much, I just roll it
[Verse 2: Lil King]
N***a play and get clapped, we ain't gotta get back, we the ones puttin' n***as in toasters
Still the lil' n***a that ride in the back of the back with a chop, if it's smoke, I'ma blow this
If it's pressure, we pullin' up, blowin' our glees, if you don't want no war, let me know then
Blackout hit him, his blood drippin' out of his temple, the n***a got hit up from both ends
Rockstar lifestyle, n***as know I really live it, just give me a reason to go in
I don't wanna talk 'bout n***as, we chalk out n***as, I'm lyin'? Go check on the score then
I told him before, "You is not no killer, boy, you ain't never swing no door in"
I told them n***as I don't play when it come to them hats, I'ma play all cash, no ho shit
We the ones payin' for bodies, you know this
Get the lo', we catch an opp bitch door in
Ain't never seen no drought, I'm holdin'
Big cake, we got a lot, I'll blow this
N***as ain't on a crumb, we spinnin' for nothin', opps be in the crib on some ho shit
Reaper tatted on my arm, disrespect, get slumped, we pull up, send a bomb where your ho live
Okay, we knock shit off
The jakes on our ass, Fatso gon' get 'em off
Leave a bitch right where he stand on Halsted
Put an opp bitch in a box, it don't cost shit
N***as talkin' for what? They know we be fuckin' shit up, we don't care if the cops near
Right now, I got a Drac' in the booth, n***a play in this bitch, he gon' die, I don't fight fair
[Outro: YFG FATSO & Lil King]
Any time it's a problem, I'm pushin' on n***as, it's that, if I see you, get on it
Still jump a Track' when I wanted, two hundred or more, push it out, I ain't ridin' no slow shit
N***as talkin' for what? They know we be fuckin' shit up, we don't care if the cops near
Right now, I got a Drac' in the booth, n***a play in this bitch, he gon' die, I don't fight fair
I was goin' all track star, bringin' it back, I ain't never burnt out and they know this
It's hella straps in the whip, I ain't gotta play tough, if a n***a act up, we gon' roll quick
N***as ain't on a crumb, we spinnin' for nothin', opps be in the crib on some ho shit (Cuda, you made this?)
Reaper tatted on my arm, disrespect, get slumped, we pull up, send a bomb where your ho live
[Verse 1: YFG FATSO]
Any time it's a problem, I'm pushin' on n***as, it's that, if I see you, get on it
Still jump a Track' when I wanted, two hundred or more, push it out, I ain't ridin' no slow shit
Still grindin' like I ain't get rich, how I did, you would think I was postin' a warnin'
Always outside, it ain't never a day I be hidin', real Reap, don't indulge in no ho shit
I was goin' all track star, bringin' it back, I ain't never burnt out and they know this
It's hеlla straps in the whip, I ain't gotta play tough, if a n***a act up, we gon' roll quick
Still bringin' it up, ain't respondеd to nothin', it ain't me, I don't care 'bout no old shit
Thot bitch holdin', two of 'em dead 'cause I know I ain't gotta say much, I just roll it
[Verse 2: Lil King]
N***a play and get clapped, we ain't gotta get back, we the ones puttin' n***as in toasters
Still the lil' n***a that ride in the back of the back with a chop, if it's smoke, I'ma blow this
If it's pressure, we pullin' up, blowin' our glees, if you don't want no war, let me know then
Blackout hit him, his blood drippin' out of his temple, the n***a got hit up from both ends
Rockstar lifestyle, n***as know I really live it, just give me a reason to go in
I don't wanna talk 'bout n***as, we chalk out n***as, I'm lyin'? Go check on the score then
I told him before, "You is not no killer, boy, you ain't never swing no door in"
I told them n***as I don't play when it come to them hats, I'ma play all cash, no ho shit
We the ones payin' for bodies, you know this
Get the lo', we catch an opp bitch door in
Ain't never seen no drought, I'm holdin'
Big cake, we got a lot, I'll blow this
N***as ain't on a crumb, we spinnin' for nothin', opps be in the crib on some ho shit
Reaper tatted on my arm, disrespect, get slumped, we pull up, send a bomb where your ho live
Okay, we knock shit off
The jakes on our ass, Fatso gon' get 'em off
Leave a bitch right where he stand on Halsted
Put an opp bitch in a box, it don't cost shit
N***as talkin' for what? They know we be fuckin' shit up, we don't care if the cops near
Right now, I got a Drac' in the booth, n***a play in this bitch, he gon' die, I don't fight fair
[Outro: YFG FATSO & Lil King]
Any time it's a problem, I'm pushin' on n***as, it's that, if I see you, get on it
Still jump a Track' when I wanted, two hundred or more, push it out, I ain't ridin' no slow shit
N***as talkin' for what? They know we be fuckin' shit up, we don't care if the cops near
Right now, I got a Drac' in the booth, n***a play in this bitch, he gon' die, I don't fight fair