On Me

Hey Mazzi Why everybody gotta be the plug man Why everybody gotta talk like they the big steppers and everything man They be scared as fuck when them people get behind them you hear me Like every time them niggas try to tell me their stories I'm like ... ok Like really dawg Phone on DND for when I'm busy dawg Talking behind my back Bitch you done said it all Bought to buy my first crib, on me Family just left out oversees I can't let shawty just fuck for free On me Oh my One call I send his ass to sky Don't give a fuck if you like me or not Gave back to my city, we tryna survive Make sure the bros get a piece of the pie (Gotta split it with the bros man) Make sure the bros get a piece of the pie I don't trust the blogs cause they leaking a lie I don't trust the blogs cause they leaking a lot Mixing that shit and it's all in the pot She got the bag, she got the WAP I kinda like it lets go from the top Give me some reasons go crazy yeah Shit getting crazy they watch and they stare Hit from the back, oh no Hit from the back with a Go-Pro, yeah Don't care 'bout none of your feelings, yeah Show me what you dealing, yeah But it's okay, that pussy good Baby just call me that little engine Mr. Mr. really could I'm Brady It's a touchdown baby And it's kind of crazy Riding in a foreign Mercedes What you wanna do ole lady Well bitch I ain't driving ms. Daisy Tell her fuck you pay me You really think you gone play me, daily Like really dawg Phone on DND for when I'm busy dawg Talking behind my back Bitch you done said it all Bought to buy my first crib, on me Family just left out oversees I can't let shawty just fuck for free On me Oh my One call I send his ass to sky Don't give a fuck if you like me or not Gave back to my city, we tryna survive Make sure the bros get a piece of the pie (Gotta split it with the bros man) Make sure the bros get a piece of the pie I don't trust the blogs cause they leaking a lie My ex called me 'bout her future plans Steady bragging 'bout her only fans They pay premium to see her dance Last year she made a 100 grand And I ain't mad at her either Cause she providing for her people Tr3, Mazzi finna fuck up the summer Tell my youngins listen Life is what you make it It ain't your until you take that shit I make songs for hustlers Scraping crumbs just to take a to piss Cuban chains and Rollies round my way is like a championship Grandma had us fixing pipes for when the ceiling used to drip Flew out to Bermuda from Dulles At the Cartier store tryna run it Free young Reaper he still in the dungeon Free young Reaper just sent 'em some money The highest I been was the back of that Benz I was eighteen sippin' on Tussin Gotta watch them niggas you trusting When I got on my Jewelry don't touch me Like really dawg Phone on DND for when I'm busy dawg Talking behind my back Bitch you done said it all Bought to buy my first crib, on me Family just left out oversees I can't let shawty just fuck for free On me Oh my One call I send his ass to sky Don't give a fuck if you like me or not Gave back to my city, we tryna survive Make sure the bros get a piece of the pie (Gotta split it with the bros man) Make sure the bros get a piece of the pie I don't trust the blogs cause they leaking a lie