On His Ass lyrics

[Intro]
Go, go, ugh
Back on that Go sh*t, b*tch
Like, ay, ay

[Verse]
We ridin’ round’ with sticks, b*tch, if you know what that is (That is)
My chopper came with a lisp, b*tch, if you know what that is (That is)
Kick through the back, I be like “f*ck the mom”, his mouth got dad hit (Dad hit)
I shoot up the world, I be like, “f*ck 'em all”, you’ll think I'ma Fascist (Think i'ma fascist)
I be in the back of a Scat Pack, going in front of a Track, that b*tch be trackin' (b*tch be trackin')
The ARP just came with tracer rounds, them b*tches trackin (Them b*tches trackin')
n*ggas actin like they shooting up the whole city, these n*ggas be actin' (n*gga be actin')
n*gga be fat as hell, you need to go outside, touch a lil ass or some grass (Some grass)
n*gga be cap as hell, I get up on you, then my Crip gon' steal yo ass (Steal yo' ass)
I'm back on that "Go!" sh*t, b*tch, the sh*t that'll get a n*gga momma smashed (Momma smashed)
I'm in that Scat, going too fast, beating the dash (I'm beatin' the dash)
He got the nerve to slide, bullet put 'em on his ass (Put 'em on his ass)
I'm in the back, with the matte black, smoking on a dead n*gga, like a Black (n*gga, like a Black, n*gga)
n*ggas be cap, but we know that, spin over here, then you must be smoking crack (Smokin' crack)
Kill his homie, I bet he won't get him back (Get him back, rest in p*ss, n*gga)
You keep making them songs, come over here and spin (Come over here and spin)
I got yo b*tch in a thong, the b*tch tryna suck my di*k (Suck my di*k, n*gga)
His new sh*t suck, put that sh*t in the bin (Put that sh*t in the trash)
That lil boy a hoe, he ain't finna go on his lick (He ain't finna go on his lick)
Be like, "Damn, b*tch, you want Benihanas?" I want Ruth Chris (I want Ruth Chris)
In that stolo, I be sliding in that b*tch, I'm roofless (Yeah, I'm roofless)
I swear I'm the youngest, richest n*gga, like I'll do it (Like I'll do it, n*gga)
Smoke that n*gga if he think about shooting it (Think about shootin' it, b*tch)