[Intro]
Nigga you ever notice how like a local rapper'll get on a song and be like:
"Nigga, you know who the fuck it is."
And I just be like: "Nah nigga, we don't." Fuck it
[Hook]
Might have bad bitch send me nudes, might skateboard wit' a few white dudes
Might throw a party wit' my sister, Might roll a blunt, or just sip my liquor
Might stay local, or I might go outta town, I been in field, and I'm never outta bounds
If I get in the game, then I'm goin for the crown
Know a couple niggas move xan by the pound
They might merk a nigga if I ever give the word
I might call my ex if ever get the nerve
And tell her I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, tell her I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
Bitch we eat'in, eat'in, eat'in, I'mma breath of fresh air; don't stop breathin'
Tell her I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, tell her I'm on, I'm on, I'm on (let's get it)
[Verse 1: Yung Trae]
If they got a problem, they gonn call Yung Treezy
I beat these bitches up like my name Chris Breezy
Smokein' on a bag, of that crispy Sour Deezy
When life gives you lemons, boy you better get to squeezein'
My bitch don't got no cut cards, my big homies is cut throat
They say: "Yung Trae, you nailed it!", but y'all other niggas just a clear coat
No cuticles, I give they ass the business like cubicles
I got twin sis she's beautiful; fuck wit' her wrong she go Patrick Ewing
Boston Hockey; shit is brewing, in my head
She in my bed, needle dick; and she thread
Daffy shit, I'm duckin' Feds, I'm on the clock, I'm off my meds
Almost famous, you can tell by chain, school of hard knocks, I majored in pain
Nigga I'mma solider, I be on my Major Payne
Nigga you a mark, you a major ass lame
I'mma tell my camp start fuckin campaign
I'm so hot, boy I sizzle when it rain, I'm in winners circle and you circlein' the drain
Boy I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'mma keep goin, keep goin, keep goin
Ride this wave or drown yourself, only round greatness, I surround my self
Nigga at the top I just found myself, I might kill the game til ain't no one left
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Cartier]
Never gave a fuck about a op, and nigga that's some real shit
You could add the T, that's some trill shit
You a clumsy ass bitch you spill shit, I kill shit, on some Bill shit
I am not the motherfucker to deal wit', like a ziplock bag I seal shit
Go 0 to 100 nigga real quick, shout out to Drake, O.V.O., Degrassi in my blunt
I fucked your main bitch and your side bitch, I called it a double stunt
And it's rare that I stunt, but a must that I flex
I told her: "Don't want the sex give me the neck, then you could cut that check."
Cause bitch I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, try to come crawling back I'mma send your ass home
Ho I'm a King, this my motherfuckin' throne, just turned 18 but a nigga been grown
Bitch I'm so gone, my niggas keep them xans by the pound so you know a nigga way too on
Fat .30 dick wit a full hundred round, just in case we gotta knock a hate'in ass nigga down
Trae X.O. that's my motherfuckin' 'round, bitch stay tuned we the talk of the town
Nigga we eatin', eatin', eatin', comein' for any nigga that's speakin'
Party every weekend, bad bitch I'm seekin'
Like a sex tape, leave a bitch nigga leakin'
Your bitch goin skits over me, she tweakin'
Seen me in person, she think she dreamin'
Bitch I'm on
[Hook]
