It’s On

(Xclusive made this)

Uh, yeah

(J Thrash on the track)

QRN, yeah

(Ayo Bleu)

Extendo pokin' out my jeans

Pull a kick door, all my **** JOG (JOG)

What you in for, baby, me or all this green? (All this green)

I been rich though, since 2017 (2017)

One hundred hangin' out the bottom of that chopper (One hundred)

Hellcat Durango SRT, no, not the fuckin' Charger (Nah, nah, nah)

Mail it back, thirty P's, I thought I said I want exotic (I want exotic)

Shell catch, hop out on the G like, "Bitch, you want a problem?" (Grr)

Every time it's on, we ridin' all night

If I ever catch you out in traffic, then it's on sight (On sight)

Know I'ma rock out with my chrome, I'm talkin' broad day (Broad day)

Cuban links and caskets, come collect it, we gon' all die (Oh, oh, oh)

Walk in rockin' red bottoms, see 'em on my feet, huh?

You know lil' shorty really wear Robin while hoppin' on that G5

Walked in Amiri, spend a couple thousand, wear that shit like Filas

Somewhere he slumped inside the project housings, we don't know how he died

I'm crunk

Two hundred twenty-five worth of syrup in the trunk (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

You know we gon' let it fly, do it for who? I bet you don't

Murder on my mind all the time, I know

That this might get me time, I'm a slime heart though

One hundred hangin' out the bottom of that chopper (One hundred)

Hellcat Durango SRT, no, not the fuckin' Charger (Nah, nah, nah)

Mail it back, thirty P's, I thought I said I want exotic (I want exotic)

Shell catch, hop out on the G like, "Bitch, you want a problem?" (Grr)

Every time it's on, we ridin' all night

If I ever catch you out in traffic, then it's on sight (On sight)

Know I'ma rock out with my chrome, I'm talkin' broad day (Broad day)

Cuban links and caskets, come collect it, we gon' all die

Yeah

Quando watch tonight you see 'em

Bet I'm finna call Lul Timm

Pop on sight, above the rim

Bitch, I got the jewels and gems

I send 'em home

Met that bitch, don't call my phone

Gangster, gangster, I get down

Bitch, make me spank you, move around

Gunsmoke town, I'm toolied down

Fifteen slimes I roll around

Fifteen times, I wave around

Play, I'm tryna spray shit down

Inside that chopper, seventy rounds

Sixty-five in my .223

3860, QPac, YB

Stop this bitch, let's clear the street (Grrah)

One hundred hangin' out the bottom of that chopper (One hundred)

Hellcat Durango SRT, no, not the fuckin' Charger (Nah, nah, nah)

Mail it back, thirty P's, I thought I said I want exotic (I want exotic)

Shell catch, hop out on the G like, "Bitch, you want a problem?" (Grr)

Every time it's on, we ridin' all night

If I ever catch you out in traffic, then it's on sight (On sight)

Know I'ma rock out with my chrome, I'm talkin' broad day (Broad day)

Cuban links and caskets, come collect it, we gon' all die