On Me lyrics

by

Yhung T.O.


[Intro]
Yo Rittchie, hit that sh*t

[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
Glock 23 thinkin' 'bout throwin' the stick on 'em
New CLS with that AMG kit on 'em
Lil' baby got that wet pus*y, put that cream on me
Catch a n*gga slippin' late night, put that beam on 'em
Crestside baby, quick to do a n*gga janky
We move like the Navy and then do a n*gga shady
Was lost in these streets, 'til this rap sh*t saved me
n*ggas stay talkin' crazy, 'til they yap meet this drakey
It's real n*gga, yeah these streets real
Thinkin' it's a game, 'til yo' ass get killed
Only f*ck with real, fake n*ggas I can't feel (No I can't)
And since I lost my uncle, real love, I can't feel (No I can't)
Big .40 on me n*gga I ain't throwin' jabs
Glock 23, but the stick chrome mag
b*tch I'm in my bag, blowin' all this cash
That broke sh*t in the past, two hundred on the dash

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
These n*ggas want me dead so I keep it on me (On Me)
Baby is you really down to ride for me? (n*gga)
Runnin' up these bands got a n*gga OT
n*gga keep it real, y'all don't really want beef
These n*ggas want me dead so I keep it on me (n*gga)
Baby is you really down to ride for me? (n*gga)
Runnin' up these bands got a n*gga OT
n*gga keep it real, y'all don't really want beef
n*gga!
[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
We don't want peace, naw b*tch we want smoke
Glock wit' a pole and my demons want souls
We don't want chains if that sh*t fake gold
b*tch I need respect, 'for I let the 'K blow
f*ckin' wit' them ops, get your dumb-ass smoked
Speakin' on the gang, that’s some sh*t you just don't
We don't wanna talk, naw b*tch we want funk
I keep a big-ass gun and you a big-ass joke
I be wildin', choppas out the Benz and we slidin'
And we violent, n*ggas want shells then we got it
I don't give a f*ck if it ain't money it don't matter
And you better check your b*tch 'fore you make a n*gga hurt her
I remember I was down bad, now my mouth full of D's wit' my smilin' ass
And you know I keep that Glock, wit' my wildin' ass
And I still got some checks I ain't never cashed

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
These n*ggas want me dead so I keep it on me (On Me)
Baby is you really down to ride for me? (n*gga)
Runnin' up these bands got a n*gga OT
n*gga keep it real, y'all don't really want beef
These n*ggas want me dead so I keep it on me (n*gga)
Baby is you really down to ride for me? (n*gga)
Runnin' up these bands got a n*gga OT
n*gga keep it real, y'all don't really want beef
n*gga!
[Verse 3: DaBoii]
n*gga keep it real, n*gga y'all don't want beef
n*gga keep it real, n*gga we don't want peace
Drop on the ops, put 'em on a whole tee
n*ggas say they on me, so I'ma keep it on me
n*ggas want me dead, I ain't goin' fo' that
Glock with a leg, blow a n*gga whole back
n*gga ran up, have 'em runnin' four flats
Would pull up to y'all block, but y'all never on that
I'm a dog to these hoes, you tryna buy a bone
Came in this world, to the neck, I'ma die alone
This my n*ggas rock with me if I'm right or wrong
Now the Glock 'Lil' Kevin' 'cause he ride along
f*ck n*gga this a message, this is not a song
And my momma always prayin' when I'm not at home
Do them n*ggas want funk? Yeah they probably don't
And let you f*ck n*ggas slide, yeah I probably won't

[Chorus: Slimmy B]
These n*ggas want me dead so I keep it on me (On Me)
Baby is you really down to ride for me? (n*gga)
Runnin' up these bands got a n*gga OT
n*gga keep it real, y'all don't really want beef
These n*ggas want me dead so I keep it on me (n*gga)
Baby is you really down to ride for me? (n*gga)
Runnin' up these bands got a n*gga OT
n*gga keep it real, y'all don't really want beef
n*gga!
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