Yeah I got it on me, waited so long, I got 30 in my jeans
Suckas think they got it, they don't got it like me
I was down bad, ain't nobody want me
Now they see me goin' up and now they actin sorry
Yeah, I got it on me, waited so long, I got 30 in my jeans
Suckas think they got it, they don't got it like me
I was down bad, ain't nobody want me
Now they actin' hella sorry, tryna skirt off
In the Benz Like, where was you l? when I was callin' on
Me
All this shit is goin' through my head Like, will I live another day
But I ain't trippin, bitch, I got it on me
All these bitches fake, they always actin' It's feelin' like a movie, how it's lights
And camera action like what happened? Niggas fake to funk, they always cappin' and
I'm spazzin
'Yo bitch just hit my phone, and say I'm crackin
Make you vanish like it's magic Timmy Turner, no Wanda
See me with the Cosmo, you can slide if you want to
No drama, see a nigga loot him like a llama & These commas, I'ma keep on goin' til the sun up
Yeah, I got it on me, waited so long, I got 30 in my jeans
Suckas think they got it, they don't got it like me
I was down bad, ain't nobody want me Now they see me goin' up and now they actin
Sorry
Yeah, I got it on me, waited so long, I got 30 in my jeans
I just think they got it, they don't got it like me
I was down bad, ain't nobody want me
Licks, flips, anything to make the cents. Tryna ditch my Honda and hop in the Benz
I got one best friend, his name Benjamin I love quality time we together spend
No acquaintances, cause I got a touch 10 A couple dues I gotta pull out the pen
Who goin' in again
I hold a Glock 19, what you mean amends
Ain't you gangsta as f*ck? It don't make sense
You the type to act different when you with friends
I'm the type to peep that like a good lens
Get rich or die tryin, bro, I feel like 50
Real gutta boy, happily tatted the city Slum baby, so you know it stay with me
Need one for the low tap in Brody, hit me
Look goofy might rob you, who the f*ck is you shittin?
Dumb money spent, ain't the soul that you hittin
Used to hit and licks with bro, & 50, we splittin
Alcoholic, Marijuana, been f*cked in my kidneys
Like this is Green Beam, I could aim it Sydney
Gotta keep one on the hip, ain't no buster gon' kill me
Yb4l - On Me (feat. Jubiee D) Lyrics
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Yeah I got it on me, waited so long, I got 30 in my jeans
Suckas think they got it, they don't got it like me
I was down bad, ain't nobody want me
Now they see me goin' up and now they actin sorry
Yeah, I got it on me, waited so long, I got 30 in my jeans
Suckas think they got it, they don't got it like me
I was down bad, ain't nobody want me
Now they actin' hella sorry, tryna skirt off
In the Benz Like, where was you l? when I was callin' on
Me
All this shit is goin' through my head Like, will I live another day
But I ain't trippin, bitch, I got it on me
All these bitches fake, they always actin' It's feelin' like a movie, how it's lights
And camera action like what happened? Niggas fake to funk, they always cappin' and
I'm spazzin
'Yo bitch just hit my phone, and say I'm crackin
Make you vanish like it's magic Timmy Turner, no Wanda
See me with the Cosmo, you can slide if you want to
No drama, see a nigga loot him like a llama & These commas, I'ma keep on goin' til the sun up
Yeah, I got it on me, waited so long, I got 30 in my jeans
Suckas think they got it, they don't got it like me
I was down bad, ain't nobody want me Now they see me goin' up and now they actin
Sorry
Yeah, I got it on me, waited so long, I got 30 in my jeans
I just think they got it, they don't got it like me
I was down bad, ain't nobody want me
Licks, flips, anything to make the cents. Tryna ditch my Honda and hop in the Benz
I got one best friend, his name Benjamin I love quality time we together spend
No acquaintances, cause I got a touch 10 A couple dues I gotta pull out the pen
Who goin' in again
I hold a Glock 19, what you mean amends
Ain't you gangsta as f*ck? It don't make sense
You the type to act different when you with friends
I'm the type to peep that like a good lens
Get rich or die tryin, bro, I feel like 50
Real gutta boy, happily tatted the city Slum baby, so you know it stay with me
Need one for the low tap in Brody, hit me
Look goofy might rob you, who the f*ck is you shittin?
Dumb money spent, ain't the soul that you hittin
Used to hit and licks with bro, & 50, we splittin
Alcoholic, Marijuana, been f*cked in my kidneys
Like this is Green Beam, I could aim it Sydney
Gotta keep one on the hip, ain't no buster gon' kill me
Suckas think they got it, they don't got it like me
I was down bad, ain't nobody want me
Now they see me goin' up and now they actin sorry
Yeah, I got it on me, waited so long, I got 30 in my jeans
Suckas think they got it, they don't got it like me
I was down bad, ain't nobody want me
Now they actin' hella sorry, tryna skirt off
In the Benz Like, where was you l? when I was callin' on
Me
All this shit is goin' through my head Like, will I live another day
But I ain't trippin, bitch, I got it on me
All these bitches fake, they always actin' It's feelin' like a movie, how it's lights
And camera action like what happened? Niggas fake to funk, they always cappin' and
I'm spazzin
'Yo bitch just hit my phone, and say I'm crackin
Make you vanish like it's magic Timmy Turner, no Wanda
See me with the Cosmo, you can slide if you want to
No drama, see a nigga loot him like a llama & These commas, I'ma keep on goin' til the sun up
Yeah, I got it on me, waited so long, I got 30 in my jeans
Suckas think they got it, they don't got it like me
I was down bad, ain't nobody want me Now they see me goin' up and now they actin
Sorry
Yeah, I got it on me, waited so long, I got 30 in my jeans
I just think they got it, they don't got it like me
I was down bad, ain't nobody want me
Licks, flips, anything to make the cents. Tryna ditch my Honda and hop in the Benz
I got one best friend, his name Benjamin I love quality time we together spend
No acquaintances, cause I got a touch 10 A couple dues I gotta pull out the pen
Who goin' in again
I hold a Glock 19, what you mean amends
Ain't you gangsta as f*ck? It don't make sense
You the type to act different when you with friends
I'm the type to peep that like a good lens
Get rich or die tryin, bro, I feel like 50
Real gutta boy, happily tatted the city Slum baby, so you know it stay with me
Need one for the low tap in Brody, hit me
Look goofy might rob you, who the f*ck is you shittin?
Dumb money spent, ain't the soul that you hittin
Used to hit and licks with bro, & 50, we splittin
Alcoholic, Marijuana, been f*cked in my kidneys
Like this is Green Beam, I could aim it Sydney
Gotta keep one on the hip, ain't no buster gon' kill me
Writer: ARTURO GUTIERREZ, JOHN STARY
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Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., O/B/O DistroKid