On Point ft. Murda1 & Clippa Lyrics

Donovan, you made this

Yeah, uh

Glock surprised you peek a boo

Choppa what it do

Rob you out your shoes

I got high but I'ma sell it low

Can't come to the trap unless we check you at the fuckin' door

Yeah, I'm ridin' in that two-seater

Choppa hit you heavy metal, nigga, this that fuckin' lethal

I might crack a seal

I might pour a four

I might smoke some dope, yeah

Choppa let it go

Sing like, let it go

Man, I got too many flows

Man, I got too many hoes

This shit is too crazy

Man, I popped a perk in my body, man, I'm too lazy

Huh, let me tell you flow

Remember days had kick the doe

Yeah, I fucked that bitch

Huh, had to let it go

Man, these tools

Huh, huh, huh

Man, these jeans too tight

Put some racks in it

Remember back in day

Bitch was backbendin

Yeah, I'm backspinnin

Choppa hit his liver

Throw him in the river

Got packs, pick up, deliver

Uh, damn

All this shit come off the dome

Damn

Choppa hit you in your dome

Damn, If it's not bout racks don't call my phone

I got hitters, that's would get you gone

Badass bitch, like Nia Long

Smokin' gas is hella strong

Front you move, don't play it wrong

Yeah, I'm blackin', bitch, it's never lackin

Pistol packin', uh, uh

Choppa hit your head and back end

Got You, nigga, caught you lackin

Split it down the middle

Just like a fraction

Where you at, clip

Bitch, I been trappin

What you tryna do

I got shit to prove, uh, uh

Makin' money move

Yeah, that's money groove

Man, we stack this shit up

And we servin' just like mailman

Bullet hit his head

Now you lookin' at a pail, man

Write this on my tombstone

Know I never fail, man

Know some niggas grimy that would

Send your ass to hell man

From a city full of hot niggas

If motions pull up, we gon' turn up

Make your block bigger

Yeah, niggas seen us on the street

I fuck with Donovan

That nigga changin' up the Beat

It's like a funeral in my pocket

With all this fuckin' green

Nigga Clip' and Earl slid

And we rappin' off a bean

If you sittin' with no motion

You ain't welcome on the team

You better know that

We grindin' every season

Even grindin' when it snow back

Ain't smokin' on no blacks

But I be rappin' like I'm Kodak

And we spinnin' back to back

And now you askin

Where your bro at

And If you think you raw

I'll have them niggas celebrate you

Up at City Hall

Know how I get down

If I'm a rap, then I'ma speak it all

Niggas act too tough

When they around the girls

They really soft

I'm tryin' to help your man

And you get mad

My fault, it's free sauce

I'm chillin' with my man

He goin' through it

Now the pre-gone

Every time I'm on the beat

I got it soundin' like a new song

We ain't mess with nobody

We make money, put your crew on

And I'm focused on my future

Cause I'm tryin' to write my new wrongs

Yeah, Mally

Na-na-na-na-na

Na-Na

Yeah

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