OnnaWay

Tell them boys I'm on the way with it (Who, who)

Ain't shit changed, but the goddamn slang

And the people tryna hang with us

Y'all should know that I ain't playin' with it (Who, who)

Girl, you know I get tired of the same ol' thing

So that's why I couldn't stay with it

I ain't mean to do you wrong though, hey

No, I beat it like a bongo, hey

So her best friend hates me now

But I ain't trippin' off what y'all gon' say

Tell them boys I'm on the way with it (Who, who)

Ain't shit changed, but the goddamn slang

And the people tryna hang with us

Tell them boys I'm on the way with it

Somethin' 'bout the east end at night

Floatin' through ya neighborhood below the streetlights

And I'm headed to ya culdesac

You told me park a couple houses down

'Cause your neighbors on surveillance

As a favor to ya parents while they out of town

I been tryna catch a vibe from you

That's exactly why I texted, hi, to you

Wouldn't believe me if I told you that I'd never lie to you

And you shouldn't really, I'd explain it, but you couldn't feel me

She said it wouldn't kill me just to have a real

Conversation one time in my life

I don't know what's wrong with me, girl, I know your right

Starin' at the ceiling while I listen to you talk about the

Things that I be thinkin' 'bout too

And everything made sense for a second right then, but

Tomorrow I won't have a damn clue

Tell them boys I'm on the way with it (Who, who)

Ain't shit changed, but the goddamn slang

And the people tryna hang with us

Y'all should know that I ain't playin' with it (Who, who)

Girl, you know I get tired of the same ol' thing

So that's why I couldn't stay with it

I ain't mean to do you wrong though, hey

No, I beat it like a bongo, hey

So her best friend hates me now

But I ain't trippin' off what y'all gon' say

Tell them boys I'm on the way with it (Who, who)

Ain't shit changed, but the goddamn slang

And the people tryna hang with us

Tell them boys I'm on the way with it

Purple lights lightin' up the basement

Lookin' out the window when the sun down

Take it as a perfect indication that my brother might not

Ever have to work another day shift

Thinkin' back when all of us in town

Remember we was always ridin' around

Doing nothing, and that shit be so nostalgic to me now, like fuck

Ain't no option, man, I gotta make y'all proud

'Cause this shit is in my blood, in my genes

You gon' need some better denim

Local scene fucking with you till you doing better than 'em

They the type that's gon' pretend that something you said offend 'em

Just so they can have their boys hold 'em back like, lemme hit 'em

What a stupid ass evening, but I could prolly use a ass beatin'

Help me write about something besides what I was doing last weekend

And the girls that I be fuckin' who be chewin' Jack's semen

Tell them boys I'm on the way with it (Who, who)

Ain't shit changed, but the goddamn slang

And the people tryna hang with us

Y'all should know that I ain't playin' with it (Who, who)

Girl, you know I get tired of the same ol' thing

So that's why I couldn't stay with it

I ain't mean to do you wrong though, hey

No, I beat it like a bongo, hey

So her best friend hates me now

But I ain't trippin' off what y'all gon' say

Tell them boys I'm on the way with it (Who, who)

Ain't shit changed, but the goddamn slang

And the people tryna hang with us

Tell them boys I'm on the way with it