On It (feat. Riff 3x, Montana P & Impxct)

Ride with the stick cause I'm on it

**** talk shit, you ain't on it

I trap out the crib, cause I own it

I know that you hate it, I'm on it

Ride with the stick cause I own it

I hope you don't think that I'm lonely

Ride with the stick cause I own it

**** talk shit, get burned like baloney

**** you know the world is mine

You can call a lil **** Tony

I ride with the stick, you talkin' that shit,

You get hit & **** we want it

**** we want whatever you want

You know we bout what you bout

**** be talkin' that cap shit

But you really want some clout

Put this dick in her mouth

Yee in and out and out

You ain't bout what you talkin' about

I hustle hard up in the drought

Back then I did, not have a thang

Now I'm workin' out of the pot

She gonna give it up to the team

I hope you don't say she a thot

I put that dust in the wind

These **** ain't really, really my friend

I do this shit times 10

I take it up and I put it up in the wind

Ride with the stick cause I'm on it

**** talk shit, they ain't on it

Trap out the crib, cause I own it

Used to didn't have it, I own it

Throw me that pussy, I'm on it

Bad lil' bitch, I'm bonin' ughh

Hit for an hour, she moanin

After I get through, then I'm gonin'

Ride with the shit cause I'm on it

Stay with the stick, cause I'm on it

Trap out the crib, cause I own it

Hit from the back, she moanin ughh

**** be actin' like they want some smoke

When you see him, they do not on it

I did this shit all by my lonely

Stack this shit up, cause I really want it

God Damn

Ain't no hoe in me, Keep that pole with me

Young **** with me gon' go for free

Choppa be singin' like Jodeci

I'm in the trap, playin wit baggin' like grocery

Gas smell loud like popery

Still in' the trap where I pose to be

Bitch

2-3 perks im lit

Y'all **** ridin' with that blick

First **** play' Then im sendin' a hit

Fuck ****, Mad, cause we havin' that shit

Step in the trapper, I'm baggin' the shit

My young **** blitzin' like Madden & shit

Hundreds & fifties , we addin' dat shit

God damn, God damn

Movin' around with the glizzy and shit

Hop out the drop with a pretty lil' bitch

I want the one with the inch in the clip

Try me

lil' ****

I empty the clip

Damn

Givenchy all over my toes

I came up swingin' them bows

I can not fuck with these hoes

We don't fall out over hoes

We pass some hoes to our bros

Margiela, yeah, that be my coat

I wear that shit when it snow

drip-drop

she give me tip-top

I make her lip lock

Gucci my flip, flops