On My Own lyrics

You're cooking, Frankie!

[Verse 1]
I sleep with one eye open just like I'm Fetty
In something real fast, it gon' be hard to catch me
Just left from the east I was f*cking lil' Leslie
But just last week, I was f*cking her bestie
Put yo' ass on heat if yo' ass don't work
I'ma run this sh*t up and retire like Dirk
Got him mad at his b*tch 'cause his hoe tryna flirt
n*gga let her flirt!
It is what it is, n*gga f*ck how you feeling
I'm still independent, just turned down a million
I just spent a band just to make me some merch
And then went to the hood, passed it out to the children
Got this sh*t out the mud, ran it up to the ceiling
Burnt off in the Hemi, banana, I'm peeling
I don't give a f*ck how these f*ck n*ggas feeling
I do what I want, when I want, I be chilling
I stuck wit' my n*ggas like Ed, Edd n Eddy
Put guap in my GPS, that’s where I’m headed
No, I'm not a scammer but I need my credit
And boy we can take it as far as you let it
I like my chicken wing crispy and breaded
I'm getting this bread, n*gga, where is the jelly?
Three racks for the shoes, n*gga, watch where you stepping
I'm still rocking forces, I feel like I'm Nelly
[Bridge]
Ay
I'm back in my zone
This b*tch keep on calling won't leave me alone
I'm back on the woods, I can’t stick to the cones
When I wanted that Benz, I did that on my own
Gotta re-up again, I did that on my own
When I wanted that charger did that on my own
When I turned sixteen, I told momma I'm grown
At the click of a app n*ggas swear they the toughest
I'll be the same n*gga 'til I kick the bucket
Them folks hit the door we gon eat it or flush it
No, it ain't a secret, I'm serving these nuggets
If I let this b*tch bang, my ears gon rang
Every first of the month momma pawnin' the game
Finna shoot at the Houston and go talk to Dame
I finna get chains for the whole damn gang
If a n*gga want smoke, then it's really no problem
We got all the trumps and I ain’t talking Donald
Too raw with this sh*t but I still f*ck with condoms
You want it, I got it, meet me at McDonald's
When I bust the pack open, you smell aroma
This b*tch say she Creole, she straight out the Nola
The blunt got me burping like I'm drinking soda
Gotta stay to myself cause the game full of cobras