On Air Lyrics

The feds on air

Like who that nigga Eblack

Beat that , Ching that

Live , no recap

Kids wanna hear the young boy Eblack

Eblack , see black

Sit back , you dig that

Upset not getting no rehab

Spin her mind

Your Shawty get intact

When I rap I want them big racks

Hit me up if you got them big stacks

My bro he in love with the money

Back then men I got no honnies

Hop out the car better watch who coming

Eblack boy

All them girls them running

Who that bitch why she call on my name

Vvs now bitch wan stay

But why she gon risk that risk that

Bad bitch say she want E

Say she want Eblack Eblack

Just call on my name

Who in line , ain’t nothing the same

I might burst my gun , reborn

And kill all the main

I do it for fame

Put me down on a radar

The Ghana Girl say she so eager eager

To fuck with a nigga nigga

That’s right yeah a nigga Eblack

I ain’t really that much holy

I don’t know in the ends what the girls them like

So don’t ask me what you get this time

If it that serious then I pause rewind

Don’t that ass fit in the jeans

Why she check on me

Vvs now that bitch wan pree

I might just then I pipe leave

The feds on air

Like who that nigga Eblack

Beat that , Ching that

Live , no recap

Kids wanna hear the young boy Eblack

Eblack , see black

Sit back , you dig that

Upset not getting no rehab

Spin her mind

Your Shawty get intact

When I rap I want them big racks

Hit me up if you got them big stacks

They heard that I’m main

They running insane

They know e running the game

Don’t get caught ,bro stay in your lane

Again and again , back in the ends

Like I’m young Bruce Wayne

You might loose your chain wet man down

Pagon loose your brain

Eblack , Eblack