On Me Lyrics

On me bitch I swear to god

I'm finna let me handles fly

Mother fuck my enemies

And mother fuck the south side

I been trynna get up out the sip

Before my brain die

Aint much in the zip but

Imma flip until my plane fly

Kicked up out of school

Smoking goo

But I still graduated

Roll up on my diploma

Yea you can bet yo ass I'm faded

Hotter than Arizona or yoga when my bitch is naked

Stand up for what I wanna persona of a god created

God damn feeling like the fucking man now

I'm finna pull up with that dick

Don't make a damn sound

And she gon do a couple tricks

She gotta stand out

She a magician make mortician come and plan out

I got bottles tipping that's that 40

I'm going ham I ain't talking Gordy

Yo bitch in the hootpie sucking dick

And rolling up a shorty

Still my man bitch rich and sporty

I'm with the homies kicked back

Like a kickstand

Dippin in the pussy like

Mother fucking quicksand

Hit you with that nick can

Make em bounce back

100k on yo wrist man

Where yo house at

Catch me standing out back

With that almighty gat

Got that muther fucka talkin

You can't even talk back

Mr. I in all caps

Put my city on the map

If we talking about the cream

I'm finna get it when it claps

That's on me