On & On (Full Studio Session) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, I'm finna keep the chorus though, that sh*t was tight
It goes on

[Chorus]
It goes on and on and on (Aye)
She goes on and on and on (Aye)
But ain't no righting my wrongs, my wrongs, am I wrong?
I'ma keep goin' on and on and on and on
And on and on and on

[Verse 1]
I know you don't like it when I say this
I know my music all on your playlist
You gon' listen to me, you ain't gotta say sh*t
Can't judge a n*gga, you don't have a bailiff
I'm hopin' that I make sense
They ain't gang, I remember when I took sh*t
Break sh*t, the way I always shake sh*t, like Haitians
She callin' me amazing, up in Cali, we were stargazing
She told me she needed a baecation
I'll be in Hell waiting

[Bridge 1]
I go on and on and on
Ain't no such thing as righting wrongs, I'm just writing these songs, songs
She goes on and on and on, hey
She goes on and on and on and on, hey
But ain't no righting my wrongs, am I wrong?, I'm so wrong, hey
She goes, on and on and on and on, and on and on and on
[Verse 2]
Last week was a bad week
I was runnin' sh*t, track meet, after track meet
Count it up, math geek, when the cash peak
Count it up, math geek, when the cash peak
Bad b*tch ran a train like a rally
L.A. girls ain't no good, word to Cali
Work my demons out, I took 'em straight to Balis, uh, yeah, aye
Put my di*k up in her belly, the beast of the belly, aye
p*ssin' on these hoes, feel like I'm R. Kelly, aye
Little Caesars with this sh*t, it's hot and ready, aye
I don't got a gun, I keep me a machete, aye, it get bloody, aye

[Bridge 2]
And I could go on and on and on and on and on, huh
She goes on and on and on (Aye)
She goes on and on and on (Aye)
I'm tryna right my wrongs, am I wrong, am I wrong, am I wrong? (Hey)
It goes on and on and on, and on and on and on

[Verse 3]
Yeah, the murder, she wrote songs, (Aye)
Heroin, yeah, I got the dope songs, (Aye)
f*cking me, she did that to four songs, (Yuh)
I'm the man, no, I can't do wrong, (Aye)
I was in the cut with a demon, (Aye)
Bad b*tch, swallow all my semen, (Aye)
Put a f*ck n*gga on the cement, (Aye)
I ain't even have to have a reason
These n*ggas guilty of treason
Don't walk around me, b*tch, you guilty of breathing
I beat him up, now he guilty of bleeding
I ain't even have a reason
[Verse 4]
I'm feeling so wrong, the way I'm making these songs
Ain't no such thing as righting wrongs
I'm just gonna keep it on
I'ma keep moving on
I'ma keep going strong
At the end of the day, I know my money be long
I remember cracking broads and cracking cards
I remember going hard and I'm off the charts
Run up on them 40 charge, yeah, my 40 charger
Try to pull a kick door, n*ggas try to barge in, (Aye)
Marching like a Spartan, ball like I'm Harden, (Aye)
I remember in my feel like Vince Carter, (Aye)
Feel like D-Rose back when he was starting, (Aye)
Can't nobody stop me, I'ma keep on driving, (Aye, Yuh, Aye, Uh)

[Verse 5]
Flexing, I feel like I'm Percules, (Uh)
Flexing on my ex, she call me "Hercules"
She be talking sh*t, she know that sh*t ain't hurting me, (Uh)
Name a n*gga that did you worse than me, (Huh)
High as hell, that's just where I'm supposed to be
Only time she over me is when she over me
I'm still and I'm over it, hold up, hold up
In the cut with my nina tucked, I can't hit you up
Give no f*cks, yeah, your b*tch a sl*t, she be taking nut, (Aye)
I be f*cking her, she tryna make love, (Aye)
I don't make love, I just do drugs, (Aye)
I don't buy drugs, I just shoot plugs, (Aye)
Run up on him with that chopper, what's up?, (Aye)
Showing no love, showing no love
Momma mad at me, She I'm on like four drugs
Pour mud, then pour some more mud, (Uh)
Double up right after I double cup
Rolling two woods, I'm smoking a Double-Dutch
Shoot him in his stomach, I told him to hollow up
Hey, yeah, aye, yeah you know what's up (Oh)
In the fields no love, in the club more drugs, save me (Ho-oh-oh)
[Verse 6]
I do too many drugs, she say I do that a lot
I was in the club, told 'em, "turn it up a notch"
I was off the lean, tryna snooze on a thot
Taking W's, I don't lose on a thot
Winning all day, they be losing a lot
Shoot him in his head, now he oozing a lot
He was talking too much, too much
Spend it all, I ain't giving no f*cks
Running up the paper, running up the paper
Brand new serves, so they think that I'm a waiter
Run up with my chopper, that b*tch got a laser
I left her in shock, huh, kinda like a taser
Running up the paper, running up the paper
She loving the shock, huh, that b*tch like a taser
Pull up with my Glock, huh, it came with a laser
Yeah, I keep a Glock, huh, I know I got haters
I don't do no favors, huh, that's for later
They make allegations, huh, I make paper
I got white hoes like vanilla wafers
In that two door, spinning in a sailor

[Bridge 3]
(Catch a f*ck n*gga broad day, catch a f*ck n*gga broad day)
(Pull up on that n*gga like; hey, catch a f*ck n*gga broad day)
(Pull up on that n*gga like; hey)

[Verse 7]
My lil bro Tay-K, huh, he gon' do the race, huh
I just brought a K, huh, take your life away, huh
I got money now, huh, take your wife away, huh
I need a vacation, these hoes got me stressing
Thank God for my blessings, eat first, don't eat seconds
Got my Smith and Wesson, that's a lethal weapon
Pull up on you like a Christmas, wrap you like a present, (Aye)
You was in the past, b*tch I'm in the presence
Pull up on a n*gga like; Aye!, huh
Green bae, money green, yeah that's my bae, huh
Run it back, run it back, that's a relay, huh
f*ck your b*tch like a Mixtape, that's on replay, huh
I remember hitting stains back on eBay
Tryna get some Gucci belt's the free way
Scratch that b*tch ain't talking bout a DJ
I'm sick of that, "He say!, She say!"
Early to the money race far, n*gga be late, (Uh, Aye)
Pull up on a n*gga like, Aye!, huh
Catch a f*ck n*gga broad day, huh, pull up on a n*gga like, Aye!, huh
Catch a f*ck n*gga broad day, huh, pull up on a n*gga like, Aye!, huh
Catch a f*ck n*gga broad day, huh, make a n*gga run like race, huh
Pull up on a n*gga like, Aye!, huh
Catch a f*ck n*gga broad day, huh, pull up on a n*gga like, Aye!, huh Catch a f*ck n*gga like bray, huh, shoot a f*ck n*gga in his face
Shoot a f*ck n*gga in his face, huh, pull up on a n*gga like, Aye!, huh
Pull up on a n*gga like, Aye!, huh, pull up on a n*gga like Mayday
I f*ck his b*tch, his lady, run up on me I go brazy
I'm in the car with a AK, I shoot this sh*t you like Ese, huh, yeah
Bro say, run up on me like no way, I got amigo like Jose
I'm in the car with your hoe way, I'm in the car with your hoe way
These n*ggas in denial, I f*ck your b*tch you know way, hey
I'm throwing hands and bands you throw shade
Look at your b*tch, she still go both ways, hey, yuh, aye
Pull up on a n*gga like while he stall, huh, aye, aye, aye, aye
Shoot him when the beat drop, huh, aye, oh
Crack all up in my tube socks, huh, aye, yuh
Keep that rock in my tube socks, aye

[Verse 8]
Gotta make a way, feel like I'm a player the way I be making plays
Bad little b*tch you know I'ma get laid
Kick her out the crib you know she gon' get played
Run her like a race I feel like I'm first place, aye
I do that sh*t all day, I was rocking trues, I moved up to Balmain's
Knock her out the park like a baseball game, aye
I f*ck a neighbor from the back, right?
Run up on me I'ma shoot, twice
I just be pouring up, Act right?
I f*cked a b*tch with the act right?, yeah, do that all night
I went to Cali last night, yeah, that's a long flight
I just be xanning all day, I don't be standing all day
I f*ck a b*tch always, huh, yeah, always
Chain gang, take your chain, huh
President Barack Hussein, pull up on a n*gga AK, AK, huh
Cocaine like McCain

[Verse 9]
I am in love with a bad b*tch, I am in love with a bad b*tch
She is in love with a savage, I got a automatic
I am in love with a bad b*tch, I fell in love with a bad b*tch
She fell in love with a savage, and my automatic
I fell in love with a bad b*tch, I fell in love with a bad b*tch
She fell in love with a savage, got my automatic
Got my automatic
I fell in love with a bad b*tch, I fell in love with a bad b*tch
I fell in love with a bad b*tch, hey
I fell in love with a day, huh, I fell in love with a bae, huh
Run it up, I do not brag, huh
I f*ck the b*tch from the back, huh
You know she gon' pop the tag, huh
Balmain hangin' on my ass, huh
Run up on him on the app, huh
I caught you lacking and running, huh
You know these n*ggas ain't ready, huh
All of my n*ggas get money, huh
n*gga you ain't gettin' nothin', huh
Run up on him and I bus it
Sick of that sh*t Robitussin
I am not here for the Tussling
Run up on me then it's Bussing
I sip Lean, you on Ro-tussin, aye
Run it back, huh, hey
Bobby Brown when I'm in that Stu', I'ma spit that crack, huh
Tell her run it back, matter of fact I got my strap
Matter of fact I ain't run it back

[Verse 10]
I'm used to, but I don't really like her like I used to
I'm sorry baby I know that I used you
I told you I don't love you like I used to
Ike turner when I beat it up, abuse you, hey
But I will not abuse you, aye, I'm getting high so if I lose you
That's just something that I'm getting used to, getting used to, hey
Last night was a long night, I was too high and we had a bad fight
Five more Xan's and I see the light, uh
VVS on your finger you know that you can be my wife
Going ghost up in that b*tch like Poltergeist, uh-huh, aye, uh, aye
Triple Nine, I could f*ck the Pastor Wife

[Verse 11]
Passed out on the floor, on the floor, aye
Double cup you know I'm pourin' up I need some more
I don't really care no more, aye
I was in the cut with my n*ggas in Dior
Passed out, passed out on the floor, aye
Pour me on my double cup I think I need some more
I don't really care no more, aye
I'm in the cut with my n*ggas rocking Dior
I just hit a strip, bad model b*tch, she gon' swallow kids
f*ck n*ggas hating had to hollow all my tips
Pull up on the scene, had to make it hip, hip, hip
I shoot from the hip, sh*t, lick, I'ma hit a lick
She gon' lick, lick all up on the di*k
She gon' do the trick, do that for a grip, aye
I'm in the cut and I'm zooted, yo' b*tch she know what she doing
She off the molly, she cruising
f*cking that b*tch make a movie, I get her wet like jacuzzi
I do not f*ck with that pus*y, it smell like fish, I don't f*ck with the sushi

[Verse 12]
Chop it like Suey, chop it like Suey
She finna swallow my family guy, I feel like I'd be Stewie
Chop it like Suey, chop it like Suey
She finna swallow my family guy, she swallow kids, not a family guy
She finna swallow my family guy, told her that I'm not a family guy
I am already high, I'm off a Xanny, I'm touching the sky
f*cking your b*tch and I'm telling her bye, I'm not a family guy
She said she gon' have my kids, I'm not a family guy
All these little n*ggas in my crib, I'm not a family guy
b*tch, I'm already high, I'm off a Xan, and I'm touching the sky
Swallow my kids, she gon' do that sh*t like family guy
Told her that I'm not a family guy
All these little n*ggas, family guy, aye
I make a movie, I pop a footballs, under the stewie
Look at your b*tch, look at your b*tch, I chop it like Suey
Chop it, screw it, I renew it
She finna swallow my family guy
These Xanny's send me on a hell of a ride
She said she gon' have my kids, I told her I'm not a family guy
I look in the mirror, I'm already high, hell of a ride
She said she gon' swallow my kids, family guy
Little n*ggas all up in my crib, I'm not a family guy
That's how it is, I'm not a family guy
She said she gon' swallow my kids, little n*gga all up in my crib
I told her I'm not a family guy
I got the ammo, I shoot this sh*t like Rambo
Old money, Benjamin Franklin my grand folk
I pull up on him, chopper make him get low
Get low, get low, get low, I ain't talking about no Limbo
Shout out to my camphor, hold them guns, ten, two hands
b*tch, that sh*t look like a Akimbo
Bad lil b*tch from Tennessee, she the only ten I see
She just keep on topping me, swallow my family-
I'm not a family guy
Look in the mirror, I see three of me, I told you that I'm already high Touching the sky, n*gga, you know you not f*cking with I
Xanny and Perky, that sh*t took me on a hell of a ride
f*cking your b*tch and I'm getting inside

[Verse 13]
Told her I'm a hell of a guy, she know that I'm high
I pop another Perky and I'm touching the sky
I'm feeling like the man, you ain't f*cking with I
I run away to gun, c*ck it back and say bye
That b*tch f*ckin', only took me one time
That Rollie on my wrist is lookin' like the sunshine
You not about yours, I know that I'm 'bout mine
Pull that gun out, c*ck it back and lock it, stop sign
I be with them n*ggas throwin' up them gang signs
Surfing on your b*tch, you know I got the hang time
Dunkin' on your b*tch, I'm Kobe with the hang time
Under the legs, I f*ck that b*tch and she give me the head
n*ggas be snitchin', they callin the fed

[Verse 14]
It's tearing me apart, It's tearing me apart
I know you see me on TV, everyday I'm goin' hard
Your boyfriend's talkin' crazy, you know we gon' stomp the yard Choppa goin' brazy, it's gon' tear his ass apart
Give me head like you smart, I know you ain't smart
You be playin' games, you don't ever play your part
I ain't playin' fair, baby, I'm just playin' hard
I ain't playin' fair, so best just put up your guard, hey
I'm in the cut, heartbreaking
Hit her from the back, I got her soul taken
Smokin' good pack, that Jamaican
No matter fact, I'm feelin' like a f*ckin' Asian
Eyes low, Rollie in a different time zone
I know, I was trappin' off the iPhone
Your hoe gave me dome while your mom home
Then I got some dome from your mom in your mom's home
Aye, slow that sh*t down like the Matrix
f*ckin' your b*tch, she gon' face sit
Her pus*y my favorite, my music all over her playlist
I'm on my slay sh*t, NBA live, dunkin' that b*tch like it's 06
n*ggas, they don't make it; no hits
I'm in too deep like the ocean, I pour a four with a potion
That be the potion, it got me floatin'
I already know it, he is imposing
That n*gga just as a poser, yeah

[Verse 15]
Ain't no tag alongs, she wanna tag along
She love the way I ride the songs
I can't right my wrongs, but this ain't not a sing-along
It's not a sing-along
She still gon' tag along
She'll tag along
She'll tag along
She say she came from Babylon
That's a baddie in a devil costume
That's a baddie and she goin' off shrooms
Pull up in the party, yeah, that's what I do
I'ma drop my hoes, then I drop a coup
Bad b*tch came over and she f*ckin' for fuel
I'ma pull up in the room and I'm on other shrooms

[Verse 15]
They, playin' tag, .40 in my bag
Standin' all day, I don't even gotta brag
Tryna get rich so I don't gotta chop a tag
Tryna get rich so I don't gotta sell a grab
.40 in my bag, run up, I'ma blast, uh, aye
Givenchy is hangin' off my ass
I left my demons up in the past
I am addicted to gettin' cash, aye
Run the racks up, run the racks up
Choppa on my hip, he gon' need back up
Real n*gga, make a fake n*gga back up
These n*ggas, they be hatin', they be actors
They be captors
I don't got no time for their reactions
Shoot this sh*t, I feel like Jon Paxson
He be complainin', baby, I be rappin'
I was in the studio posted, toasted
Run up on a n*gga, then it's over, over
Marchin' on that n*gga like a soldier, soldier
All my n*ggas came from a Nolia, tote it
He don't want no smoke, he ain't smokin'
Baby, I'm a smoker, I smoke him
Baby, we were smokin'
n*ggas think they in it, but they not and they know that
That b*tch finna bop on the squad like Kodak

[Verse 16]
f*ckin' on my squad, she gon' wrap it like a throwback
She know I'm the man, yeah, yeah, yeah, she know that
She gon' bop on the whole team like Kodak
She gon' bop on the whole team like Kodak
f*ckin' on my squad, she gon' wrap it like a throwback
I'm the man, yeah, yeah, yeah, and she know that
She gon' bop on the whole squad like Kodak
She gon' bop on the whole squad like Kodak
I was in the paint, yeah, I was pistol toting
Catch a f*ck n*gga in the motherf*ckin' open
Give me head, baby girl, like you know it
Give me good head, but she makin' no sense
Got my Ruger Clip, that's my Ruger Clip
That's a ruler clip
I be usin' it, I be in the cut
Off the juice and gin, listenin' to in the cut
I be vibin', I'ma vibe to survive
I'ma get it right
I get high, super high, I'ma touch the sky
I'm not man, I'm a god, you can't f*ck with I
She gon' f*ck me and her friends, yeah, she f*cking bi
Hit her one time, tell her f*cking bye
Say bye two times, yeah, that's two byes
She from Dubai, been through a few guys
But she treat me like a new guy
And you know that she gon' wrap my team like a motherf*ckin' throwback
She gon' bop on the squad like Kodak
And you know that, baby, and you know that
Wet the whole team like a throwback
She gon' bop on the squad like Kodak
And you know that, baby, and you know that
And you know that, baby, and you know that
Running up the racks, these b*tches they get annoying
.23 in my .45, I ball like Jordan
n*ggas talking down till I pull up like Ben Gordon
Lucky shots, killin' lucky opps
I don't f*ck with cops, make a body drop
Then the molly pop, it can get it poppin' like a couple Ollie, nah
Rockstar in the booth, feel like Ozzy now
Bad b*tch, she bomb, kamikaze now
I can't calm down, need it right now
I'm so fresh, I'm so fresh, need no wipe down
In the cut with my gun, tell him pipe down
Got the pipe out, bet she dead, Barney Mac
Now skate up on a n*gga like a blackout
f*ck her from the back, you know I make her tap out
I ain't flirtin', but thee n*gga got my Mac out
Back down
And you know that she gon' bop on the whole squad like Kodak
She gon' wrap the whole squad like a throwback
Yeah, and you know that, yeah, and you know that
She gon' wrap the whole squad, wear it like a throwback
Boppin' on the whole squad, kinda like Kodak
And you know that, baby, and you know that, yeah
And you know that, baby, and you know that, yeah
You know that, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know that
I'm a real n*gga, you know that I show that, aye
Nice in my hand, baby, hold it
I am in the cut, pistol toting
I be Xanning, yeah, barely standing, yeah
I'm outlandish, yeah, in the planet, yeah
Go bananas, yeah, with my Nina, yeah
Wet them up like, wait, Aquafina
Whip that work like Hurricane, no Katrina
Serving like Serena, yeah
She from Venus, bad b*tch, she don't mean it
The meanest of the meanest
She think that she mean, baby, I'm a little meaner

[Outro]
I'm in the cut with a Nina
Run up on me, I'm a heater
Chopper look like a fajita, yeah, aye, -jita
n*ggas don't got no stripes, I got my sh*t like a zebra