On Point

[Hook]

Everything is on point (On everything)

Creps are looking Gucci

Sharp is all I want until it suits me (Ayy)

Everything is on point

Show the 'Gram for how I'm living (Mmm)

Can't complain on how my people winning

Everything is on point (Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)

Yeah my GG looking glorious

If I die, l'll know I'll die notorious

Everything is on point (Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)

Apex looking like my natural (Mmm)

Flying everywhere I'm international

Everything is on



[Verse 1]

Boy you 'bout to get it

One to ten the only numbers then the medic

Boy you 'bout to get it

Beat the manhood out the bitch, then jump on Reddit

Boy you 'bout to get it

Cross you out and turn the people empathetic

Boy you 'bout to get it

Blondy fail to handlebars that aim to kill him

N***a always hitting with the shot I'm picking

Make him missing like I'm Thanos clicking (Woo)

Teammates switching, now you're twitching

Storming in to break the plates from in your kitchen

'Cause you're getting married to the letter L (Agh)

Know I'm coming when you hear that bell (Agh)

I'm on point everyday, every way, no delay

Ending on the day, andale

I've got no time for the people saying better in

A line, sooner looking for a better night fix

I deal with hate on a regular, so you better get in line

When they meet me and they wanna take pics

I'll go and stay at the Ritz

She wants to play with her tits

My money flowing and flowing and flowing and growing

And still I ain't paying for kids



[Pre-Hook]

Still you're bugging me and my day

Na, na, I don't deal with that

Paigons all in my way

Na, na, I don't deal with that

Bullshit in your DNA

Na, na, I don't deal with that

Bitches wanna come and play



[Hook]

'Cause everything is on point (On everything)

Creps are looking Gucci

Sharp is all I want until it suits me (Ayy)

Everything is on point

Show the 'Gram for how I'm living

Can't complain on how my people winning

Everything is on point (Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)

Yeah my GG looking glorious

If I die l'll know I'll die notorious

Everything is on point (Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)

Apex looking like my natural (Mmm)

Flying everywhere I'm international

Everything is on



[Verse 2]

Stone cold how I kill it, stone cold how I chill it

Stone cold with the midget, wrist spinning like a fidget

Chick banging like a Cillit, I don't even have a digit

On the 'Gram is how I pitch it, I go ham and then I switch it

I go ham in every single matter with the social ladder

You can't stop me flowing like a badder bladder

Got me spamming kappa, I'm way more than just a fucking rapper

I've embodied double dapper strappers

Saw me swinging winning I'm a proper scrapper

I'm too high to feel a low, I just buy whatever goes

I just want another rose, big booty in her clothes

Pussy popping when I close, dirty man like I'm SimiSimi

Horny rabbit, I'm like gimme gimme

Make commotion when I'm in my city

Dropping bag on bag while he shimmy shimmy

See me spending lavish in a boulevard

I don't credit, I just debit card

Tax man got me on their radar

But I pay my taxes so why the fuck



[Pre-Hook]

Are you bugging me and my day

Na, na, I don't deal with that

Paigons all in my way

Na, na, I don't deal with that

Bullshit in your DNA

Na, na, I don't deal with that

Bitches wanna come and play



[Hook]

'Cause everything is on point (On everything)

Creps are looking Gucci

Sharp is all I want until it suits me

Everything is on point

Show the 'Gram for how I'm living

Can't complain on how my people winning

Everything is on point (Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)

Yeah my GG looking glorious

If I die l'll know I'll die notorious

Everything is on point (Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)

Apex looking like my natural

Flying everywhere I'm international

Everything is on



[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION & Craig Xen]

Got her wet, uh

Black tints, black cars, posted in the back, uh

Foreign bop, loaded Glock, I can’t never lack, uh

Lose the club, if you hit a lick, can’t run it back, uh

Okay, shorty, I can’t trust no bitch, how you do that?

Fuck the fame, I'ma kill a bitch if he talk reck', uh

I'ma wreck his shit, don't sweat the shit, ayy, run it back

If I'm in your hood and see you, bitch, ayy, run it back (Woo)

Pistols have him runnin' like a fuckin' running back



[Verse 2: Craig Xen & XXXTENTACION]

Ayy, run it back, run it, run it back (Where he at?)

Heard that he was gone, bump in whoadie's place (One seven), ayy

Shoot that fuck n***a for his sack, lay him flat (Lay him flat)

Pussy try to cap, check his motherfuckin' stats

Ain't shit changed but the ring on my

Middle fuckin' finger, I bleed on 'em, baow

Heard he sneak dissin' on my team, I'ma, ayy (Ayy, ayy)

Hit him for the diss, this that beam on him (Uh)



[Verse 3: XXXTENTACION]

Who want me?

You try me, you'll lose your hopscotch, ooh

My OG told me, "Don't trust thots or fuckboys," uh (Ayy, ayy)

Bloody knife in my holster, I behead guys, ooh (Ayy)

Caught an opp, not no Pokémon, want dead guys, uh

I don't sleep, I rest with my knife at bedtime, ooh (Ayy)



[Outro: XXXTENTACION]

Ayy

Ayy