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Onna Come Up (feat. G Herbo) (Remix)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Eazzyy
Lil Eazzyy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alfonso Corsini
Alfonso Corsini
Songwriter
Antonio Rouse
Antonio Rouse
Songwriter
Eric Allen
Eric Allen
Songwriter
Gino Pittoni
Gino Pittoni
Songwriter
Virgilio Riccieri
Virgilio Riccieri
Songwriter
Walter Rizzati
Walter Rizzati
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Mixing Engineer
HUGO BLACK
HUGO BLACK
Producer
Daniel Williams
Daniel Williams
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Ay, in this bitch still cappin' with Dan, on bro Go, go, go! Right now, onna come up Lately been talkin' my shit, because I know I come from the gutters Send shots at ya brotha Then I go pop out in all of this linen like I was a butler How can you hate me? I'm comin' from under Nowhere to sleep, what the fuck is a cover? Now I pop out in Balenci's, they runners Man, tell 'em, "Stop tweakin', I already fucked her" I was down bad, I know I done it all Was servin' the fiends, lettin' Xannies dissolve If I gotta problem, I'm makin' one call While none of yo niggas be slidin' at all Bitch, like a oven, I'm packin' that heat Only get up with bitches when it's in the sheets Run to the paper like I'm in a meet Baby, get on yo knees, let me give you a treat Too much of the Wocky be havin' me sleep But too much of the Percs got me ready to freak Grindin' for months, I been grindin' for weeks My uncle told me to just watch for the weak 'Cause they like to sneak Gucci and Prada be havin' me drippin' like I was a sink Man, what did you think? I'm tryna make it, to put some VV's inside my Cuban link Man, why do it stink? Kobe been bringin' in pounds of the za But y'all know that it reek, you niggas not street I can hire youngins, that's 13 and under Put you on a tee, and they do it for free We was in steams, we was servin' the fiends Miero told to me to stop poppin' the beans Right on a T Domo, still in my dreams I like droppin' them Xannies insida my lean Lil Eazzyy been workin' Keep passin' yo moves, we got them bitches twerkin' Reese in the cut, and that nigga be lurkin' Can't see in the trap, 'cause we closin' the curtains Don't know what I'm feelin' Seem like the niggas who doubted me most is always in my mentions You know I ain't trippin' Drop me a check and that boy be away, and my transaction pendin' Before the pandemic, my niggas was clickin' some rentals Can't wait to hit Johnny to fuck up my dental Blue tips in the 40, it fuck up his mental We put him on TV, like he Jimmy Kimmel My niggas some refs, we'll attack like a whistle Hollows in his flesh and his skin start to sizzle You know we erasin' a nigga like pencils, then skrrt out the way No, my niggas get little But don't lemme get started A four on the rocks got me lookin' retarded Niggas be hatin', that really be garbage Over that paper, some niggas departed But I never cared, tryna get big and see green everywhere My niggas on go, why your niggas be scared? Off of the Wocky, get harder to steer But I'm on my way up, see you when I'm there I ain't with nothing but killers Always off lean and Percies, they said, "Be numb" and then feel us In love with drillin' Niggas start chillin' with no blood spillin' but uh, they willin' Ain't no opps livin' Walk on the hit, yeah we did it Only like four blocks really (ayy) Niggas be silly Askin' a nigga get with me, I be like, "No not really" (nah) Gloves but I got no mask, I let a nigga know I did it (fuck you) Fuck it, niggas can't know my business (nothing) Pull up in a new whip and it's disgustin' No bitches with me 'cause bitches be bussin' (ayy, ayy) Four niggas put him to sleep like 'Tussin "G Herbo, boy where you been?" (Hustlin') Got a FN from my bed (cousin') Fell in love with the fire Grew up bad, sometimes I laugh when my son cussin' It ain't like he in the trenches or something Ain't like he gon' experience something Really rich, don't be delirious dummy Touch him and bleed like a period, dummy All of my life I just wanted some money (money) I been a gangsta, ain't nobody punk me Bad bitches been on my dick 'cause I'm funny I used to sip up a six like a dummy (ayy, ayy) Ain't never been on a hit, you a flunky Close range, them bitches miss, guess I'm lucky Shawty'll fold for a killer like Chucky Ain't squashin' shit, if it's up then it's stuck with me Right now, onna come up Lately been talkin' my shit, because I know I come from the gutters Send shots at ya brotha Then I go pop out in all of this linen like I was a butler How can you hate me? I'm comin' from under Nowhere to sleep, what the fuck is a cover? Now I pop out in Balenci's, they runners Man, tell 'em, "Stop tweakin, I already fucked her"
Writer(s): Herbert Wright, Antonio Rouse, Gino Pittoni, Alfonso Corsini, Virgilio Riccieri, Eric Allen, Walter Rizzati Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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