On Me
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