On Me Lyrics

Yeah Yeah

Yeah Yeah (Go)

Yeah Yeah

Yeah Yeah

Scoring on him that's a bucket

Riding around town, fuck it

I'm spending these racks it ain't nothing

Knock out his brain, his muffin

He say he a shooter but that boy ain't clutching

I hang with my 'oota, yeah we up to something

Turn him to a donut

Like he from Dunkin

My niggas ballas

They pull up and dunk it

Uh yeah, they ball for the team

Woah yeah, the blue and the green

Uh yeah, it's all on me

Woah yeah, they call on me

Uh huh, they fall on me

Uh huh, they stall on me

Uh huh, they all on me

Yeah, this nine on me

This hoe crazy

She call me baby

She on me daily

Swerve in that Mercedes

I'm like fuck you, pay me

Can't hang with them niggas they hoes

Hop in the coupe and it, ptttt, okay

Hop in the coupe and it go

We pull up and shoot with the, brrr, okay

A lot of opps on the floor

Nigga yes I am the shit, okay

That's some shit that you know, woah

Scoring on him thats a bucket

Riding around town, fuck it

I'm spending these racks it ain't nothing

Knock out his brain, his muffin

He say he a shooter but that boy ain't clutching

I hang with my oota, yeah we up to something

Turn him to a donut

Like he from Dunkin

I'm sending a blitz, yeah my niggas they rushing

I ain't hearing his shit cause that nigga ain't nothing

And I'm clearing his shit turn that nigga to nothing

We pull up with choppas and get that boy crumping

Why would I stress when that boy he ain't upping

Smoochy pull up and she get to the sucking

Niggas like Giannis they get to the bucking

I feel like I'm Henry I pull up and truck 'em

Got an AR and you know that it's Russian

Saying that you really bout it you bluffing

I know some niggas that'll do you so bad

They got some methods that's really disgusting

In the widebody with treeshes, they bussing

I don't even text back, how is you crushing

That nigga happy he geeked that he buzzing

We crashing his party at the push of a button

DGX, told her pull up and suck it

Scoring on him that's a bucket

Riding around town, fuck it

I'm spending these racks it ain't nothing

Knock out his brain, his muffin

He say he a shooter but that boy ain't clutching

I hang with my oota, yeah we up to something

Turn him to a donut

Like he from Dunkin

My niggas ballas

They pull up and dunk it

Uh yeah, they ball for the team

Woah yeah, the blue and the green

Uh yeah, it's all on me

Woah yeah, they call on me

Uh huh, they fall on me

Uh huh, they stall on me

Uh huh, they all on me

Yeah, this nine on me

She call me daily

She call me daily