On You lyrics

[Intro]
It's it, man
Different Breed the mixtape, man
I know y'all been waiting on this sh*t but I got to it
It's BabyTron in this b*tch
Youngest n*gga with a roll
Ha, yep

[Verse 1]
Turn around, turn around like a roundabout
f*ck you, b*tch, where was you when I was down and out?
Yo b*tch on the phone with you while I'm pounding out
After I hit, she on the side like she grinding out
Now let me show you what them thousands 'bout
Upping rolls on the 'Gram, you can count it out
I used to be broke but then a n*gga found it out
These Margielas, baby girl, just try and sound it out
Good strips on me, she asked did I hit the Powerball
Nah, I just hit the road and came back with a twenty ball
Paid three for the shirt, that's a 'Gelo Ball
Two sticks on my hip like I'm Darth Maul
Hop in the whip and hit the road in a Nike fit
I got them pieces on me f*cking up I-96
Dumb ho call me broke? I'll thrust on that grimy b*tch
Scammed a lady out her house rent, on some slimy sh*t
[Chorus]
Y'all ain't pass state troops, with that sh*t on you
Turn around on the road so they won't get on you
Y'all ain't never gave a b*tch your all and had her quit on you
Talking crazy so when I see you, I'm gon' spit on you
Y'all ain't pass state troops, with that sh*t on you
Turn around on the road so they won't get on you
Y'all ain't never gave a b*tch your all and had her quit on you
Talking crazy so when I see you, I'm gon' spit on you

[Verse 2]
Ayy, bro, we gotta score like it's fourth and go
And if you get in the way, just know I got a pole
Seen a lot of sh*t in my life that done hurt my soul
But you never know, I stay smiling with a onion roll
Got a white boy with that sh*t down in Brighton
Do I look like Floyd? We got chops, we ain't f*cking fighting
I'm locked in, open them notes and I'm f*cking writing
Good screws in my ears, they dance in the f*cking lighting
Swipe this, scam that, I love them f*cking Pros
Boy took one to the chest like he Derrick Rose
Gift cards, gift cards, I got a lot of those
You not getting money with them Roshes on yo f*cking toes
Eleven bands in these pockets, that's that Klay Thompson
Give the plug ten, I got twelve left like I'm John Stockton
Good rocket in my pocket, pull it back and I'ma c*ck it
And if he got beef with me, we can never drop it
[Chorus]
Y'all ain't pass state troops, with that sh*t on you
Turn around on the road so they won't get on you
Y'all ain't never gave a b*tch your all and had her quit on you
Talking crazy so when I see you, I'm gon' spit on you
Y'all ain't pass state troops, with that sh*t on you
Turn around on the road so they won't get on you
Y'all ain't never gave a b*tch your all and had her quit on you
Talking crazy so when I see you, I'm gon' spit on you, gang