On Em lyrics

Gang , Yeah , HopOutGang , JumpOutGang

[Chorus]
Money got me super tripping b*tch
Balmain super different b*tch
Since a kid I been that n*gga b*tch
She ain't mad she that n*gga b*tch
Glock 40 run up and get hit
Turn up on em , Foe'Nem be lit
Miss a shot , bend a block through they sh*t
Hood love em we ain't tweaking sh*t
Point Em out Foe'Nem T up on em
You came with nothing Foe'Nem T up on em
Yo ass stuntin Foe'Nem T up on em
Yo ass a lame Foe'Nem T up on em

[Verse 1]
Shooter shoot the shooter, you could meet the rugga
Foe'Nem take his noodles , we only ate some noodles
Member struggling stupid , we was never stupid
D-Light going crazy , yeah yeah yeah
n*ggas tried to kill me , pus*y you ain't there
n*ggas said we kin , you was never there
You was making store , I was making bail
n*ggas smoking blunt I was breaking laws
Never took a loss , I was repping L's
Smoking Tooka blunt , Smoking Shondale
Have a 40 on me , Opp been tryna kill
I can't go like that, I ain't bro like that
Rest in peace Nuski , why they score like that
40 city sh*t , I could tour like that
Rap money turn it into trap
Shoot Em up Gang , I be into that
Drive-By Gang , I be into that
I be in the streets while you internet , L
Can't post up cause they'll ride on me
Before the fame had the Mac on me
Please try me , welcome mat on me (come in)
[Chorus]
Money got me super tripping b*tch
Balmain super different b*tch
Since a kid I been that n*gga b*tch
She ain't mad she that n*gga b*tch
Glock 40 run up and get hit
Turn up on em , Foe'Nem be lit
Miss a shot , bend a block through they sh*t
Hood love em we ain't tweaking sh*t
Point Em out Foe'Nem T up on em
You came with nothing Foe'Nem T up on em
Yo ass stuntin' Foe'Nem T up on em
Yo ass a lame Foe'Nem T up on em

[Verse 2]
Robbers rob the robber, n*gga ima problem
Always kept a lama put it on my momma
Foe'Nem with the drama, father god I'ma drop 'em
Only reason not, pus*y he a tell
Only if he live, mean he gotta go
Catch him off in traffic, pus*y better blow
We gon change the score, he gon be a post
n*ggas gon be gone, while we do the most
Streets say I done went Hollywood
b*tch I'm OG Bobby Johnson Good
If it was me, b*tch you probably would
Rapping all about the gang sh*t
Last time you was in the hood, huh? (Answer that)
When the last time you was in the hood? pus*y
I'm a B.O.N n*gga, I don't f*ck with none of you n*ggas
Shoot a n*gga in his sh*t, cuff a n*gga face up
b*tches wanna talk sh*t, in the trap I bake some
n*ggas talk about robbing, b*tch ain't never take none
[Chorus]
Money got me super tripping b*tch
Balmain super different b*tch
Since a kid I been that n*gga b*tch
She ain't mad she that n*gga b*tch
Glock 40 run up and get hit
Turn up on em , Foe'Nem be lit
Miss a shot , bend a block through they sh*t
Hood love em we ain't tweaking sh*t
Point Em out Foe'Nem T up on em
You came with nothing Foe'Nem T up on em
Yo ass stuntin Foe'Nem T up on em
Yo ass a lame Foe'Nem T up on em