What I'm On
Jo Dirt, Quando Rondo
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(Thanks, Yakree) baow, blrr Baow, baow baow, baow (Jah, heat it up) QRN I'm drankin' (Drankin') What's in your cup? I'm sippin' purple early (Early) i'm bangin' at anyone approachin' With that thirty (Thirty) I'm paintin' any nigga block That wanna murk me (Who manna murk?) I'm sayin' My dick old 'bout lil' shawty left me burnin' (Uh, uh, yup) Low-key (Uh) , I done really cashed out on an Audemars Rollie I'm talkin' twice, I fucked lil' mama Why she actin' like she know me? (yeah, yeah) Dolce, I done bought Gabbana on my Corner from a dope fiend (yeah) Don't say, i can go to jail just like Tomorrow and I won't say shit Pass me my guitar You know I rock out with that burner (rrah) Don't give a f*ck 'bout where we at We catch an opp and we gon' turn up (And) I just cashed out on a Box, when that bitch drop You know I'm servin' (Uh, uh, uh) How the f*ck you niggas miss a Hundred shots? That shit unheard of (Wipe 'em, murk 'em) Most likely in the pool with Two twin bitches smokin' purple (yeah) My best advice, you keep it Cool, like drop a twenty, then you murder New Cartier wrapped on the right wrist I can't let lil' shawty purgin' I hardly care 'bout doin' rap shit We do dumb shit in my circle (Uh, uh) Low-key, I be on my avenue strapped Down, like, f*ck the police, yeah We come through, crept it Stretch out, trap down We gon' run down where 'em 'bows be, yeah It ain't no cappin', watch the Maverick Sippin' lean all in a nosebleed, yeah (Magic) stay servin' nines out his mattress I be deeper than his nosebleed I fucked on her and her, the baddest She a bad bitch (Baddie) , ate the whole team It's late night, geeked up off them Addies Where the Act' at? I won't know it I throw the six oh with A passion, I'm blue-flaggin' Sent 'bout four hit's I keep that heat tucked on My avenue, you come through, we gon' off it I'm drankin' (Drankin') What's in your cup? I'm sippin' purple early (Early) i'm bangin' at anyone approachin' With that thirty (Thirty) I'm paintin' any nigga block That wanna murk me (Who manna murk?) I'm sayin' My dick old 'bout lil' shawty left me burnin' (Uh, uh, yup) Low-key (Uh) , I done really cashed out on an Audemars Rollie I'm talkin' twice, I fucked lil' mama Why she actin' like she know me? (yeah, yeah) Dolce, I done bought Gabbana on my Corner from a dope fiend (yeah) Don't say, i can go to jail just like Tomorrow and I won't say shit A different language, I speak it to the plug He send them birdies Lil Timmy dangerous, I try to tell him "Come down with that curtain" Ain't no explainin', shake it, grip Then run out with that burner If you ain't gangin' We gon' cross you out like Kyrie Irving And we gon' up and shoot all All I smoke is dead niggas And you know I all us bangin' blue But all I f*ck is red bitches Slimy bitch for sho', she wipe his nose She filled with snake venom Take your back, call back that Poli' up, and blow, and keep that K with 'em Give a f*ck where they at, we gon' run down With the stick in the car We gon' stick up the block If you don't give it up, it's a gun sound Twenty pounds from the plug and It's fresh off the product I'ma hold this shit down for My niggas on lock talk how back in the day We was stealin' them cars Man, these niggas be cap They ain't never gon' spark Niggas really be bitches They beefin' 'bout box hole (Uh, uh) Stole a tee Lil' whoadie used to rock 'em way Before he wore the Robins Ayy, she gon' throw it back and Bust it open 'cause I'm poppin' Stop it, you be drankin' Green, two double cups, i'm sippin' Wocky My VVs blindin' from my neck down to My wrist like I play hockey I'm drankin' (Drankin') What's in your cup? I'm sippin' purple early (Early) i'm bangin' at anyone approachin' With that thirty (Thirty) I'm paintin' any nigga block That wanna murk me (Who manna murk?) I'm sayin' My dick old 'bout lil' shawty left me burnin' (Uh, uh, yup) Low-key (Uh) , I done really cashed out on an Audemars Rollie I'm talkin' twice, I fucked lil' mama Why she actin' like she know me? (yeah, yeah) Dolce, I done bought Gabbana on my Corner from a dope fiend (yeah) Don't say, i can go to jail just like Tomorrow and I won't say shit
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