Own It lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch, I'm really on my grown sh*t
I'm the type of n*gga that'll get a n*gga gone, sh*t

[Chorus]
b*tch, I got my own sh*t, .30 in that zone (Blatt)
Said he with that shooting sh*t, we leak him like a cone, b*tch
Open up that door, pull up to your home, b*tch
They ask me why I flex all my money 'cause I own it

[Verse]
Money or the fame, she can't decide
I said, "Hop up in this whip, it'll change your life"
Try to touch my chain, b*tch, that's suicide
She said that she love me, swear to God but she lied
So I copped that Demon and that Hellcat to flex on 'em
We gon' put a rack up on your head, put the Tеcs on 'em
She gon' suck the wholе team, she a neck donor
All my sh*t is treasure so they tryna put an X on it
All my b*tches evil, yeah, they wicked, they might hex something
We don't take you serious, what you tryna threat something?
I might crash the whip then move onto the next one
Ho, you isn't Nike, why the f*ck you tryna check some?
Yeah, I'm in that big body, f*cking Miyagi
That boy talking down then I'm catching a body
Big Glock on my waist if a n*gga get wocky
n*gga, don't try to be c*cky
Upping the Glock, n*gga, we are not boxing
Blue hundreds, my pockets grow fatter than Oxy
I'm high man, I'm up, b*tch, I'm right where the Gods be
Big K on my waist shooting you and your posse
Slide in a Wraith, it's like 10:38, I pull up to your crib, give f*ck 'bout a gate
Had to show up at one, but I show up at two, I'm on my own time, give a f*ck 'bout a late
These n*ggas be in it for money, these n*ggas be phony, I'm doing this sh*t to escape
They never ask me how I'm doing but now that I'm up, I'ma tell 'em that I'm doing great
[Chorus]
b*tch, I got my own sh*t, .30 in that zone (Blatt)
Said he with that shooting sh*t, we leak him like a cone, b*tch
Open up that door, pull up to your home, b*tch
They ask me why I flex all my money 'cause I own it