40 On Me lyrics

[Intro]
(Clibbo, you're crazy for this one)
.40 on me
(I'm Working On Dying)
But I got the .40 on me, 28 on my
28 on my jeans, but I got the .40 on me
(Oogie Mane, he killed it)
Uh, Woah

[Chorus]
28 on my jeans (Whoa), but I got the .40 on me (Let's go)
Tuck that lil b*tch away (Whoa), No I can't show it on me (At all)
Pulled up right in a wraith (Skrt), now she wanna blow on me (Let's go)
Five hundred in the briefcase (Uh), b*tch I got show on me (Let's go)
Ice (Uh), on my neck (Uh), b*tch I got snow on me (Yuh)
Smoke (Uh), out of breath (Uh), b*tch I got [?] on me (Yuh)
And I, am the best (Best), when I gotta go on beat (Let's go)
Pull up in a 'Rari FF two seat (Uh), automatic I don't even speak

[Verse 1]
[?] b*tch you notice me (Uh), none of my car no lease
All of my b*tches, they f*ck for free (Yes), they all throw the fee (Let's go)
f*ck they look like on charge of me (Uh), they know I got cheese
Sidenote, I give out ten-packs (Whoa), and I do that sh*t in threes (Uh)
Thirty thousand for your baby (Whoa), I put that sh*t on a Birkin (Aye)
I pulled up right in the Maybach (Aye), yeah the one that got the curtains (Whoa)
I just bought me a lil perky (Uh), that's the reason that I'm swervin' (Whoa)
Bodied these n*ggas in races (Uh), I pull up in a new Hearse
Whoa, Aye
I be ballin' but I don't got a jersey
Gotta be sick 'cause these n*ggas want murk me
Pull up on my block and I got a .30 (Whoa)
Met a lil b*tch, wanna work me, met her at 7/11 got slurpee (Whoa)
I'm off a fifteen, I'm off a ten, no I can't f*ck with no thirty's
[Chorus]
28 on my jeans (Whoa), but I got the .40 on me (Let's go)
Tuck that lil b*tch away (Whoa), No I can't show it on me (At all)
Pulled up right in a wraith (Skrt), now she wanna blow on me (Let's go)
Five hundred in the briefcase (Uh), b*tch I got show on me (Let's go)
Ice (Uh), on my neck (Uh), b*tch I got snow on me (Yuh)
Smoke (Uh), out of breath (Uh), b*tch I got [?] on me (Yuh)
And I, am the best (Best), when I gotta go on beat (Let's go)
Pull up in a 'Rari FF two seat (Uh), automatic I don't even speak (Whoa)

[Verse 2]
Whoa, I don't even want the b*tch, imma just hit her once
I 'member before we had money these same people wasn't really just feelin' us (Whoa)
The money ain't change sh*t, man, it made my n*ggas [?] drillin' [?]
I read that my n*ggas was drillin' your n*ggas before your n*ggas tried killin' us (Uh)
Pull up (Uh), pull up (Uh), extra strength (Strength)
Pull up (Uh, what), pull up (Uh), extra strength (Strength)
This lil n*gga know this ain't that, ion even want no [?]
Whoa (Uh)
Young n*gga had to go get my racks
Young n*gga had to go check them stacks
Young n*gga got a gun like Iraq
Young n*gga had to come buy your product, watch how the way I bless your trap (Whoa)
Uh, n*gga tried to flex, I'm flexin' back
Yeah, huh, he broke [?]
[Chorus]
28 on my jeans (Whoa), but I got the .40 on me (Let's go)
Tuck that lil b*tch away (Whoa), No I can't show it on me (At all)
Pulled up right in a wraith (Skrt), now she wanna blow on me (Let's go)
Five hundred in the briefcase (Uh), b*tch I got show on me (Let's go)
Ice (Uh), on my neck (Uh), b*tch I got snow on me (Yuh)
Smoke (Uh), out of breath (Uh), b*tch I got [?] on me (Yuh)
And I, am the best (Best), when I gotta go on beat (Let's go)
Pull up in a 'Rari FF two seat (Uh), automatic I don't even speak (Whoa)