On Point Or Not lyrics

[Intro]
(That's that gas, that global high)
Who want beef, like who want war? pus*y
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I been tryna dish it out, f*ck n*gga dissing ’bout it
Soon as I see him, send him bye, like boy, it ain't no hi
Why the hell you in the streets? I know you scared to die
I know you scared to dive inside that water, test it out, yeah
Yeah, I'm sorry mama, yeah, I know I stress you out, yeah
I don’t ride with homie, I don't know if he'll tell or not
This Call of Duty, I been blowing up like juggernaut
Who want war? Like point 'em out, who is you? On point or not

[Verse]
Catch him on his block, I tootsie roll him up
Ever since I tried to rap, I swear that I been going up, oh Lord
And got up out the streets, they turned a robber to a [?]
n*gga triеd to rob young Xho, and ask what happened to the boy
Thеse boys been stepping on that sh*t, and they been dancing on that boy
I brought my weapon in this b*tch, they don't even check me at the club
I been taking n*ggas down so I ain't never had a plug
And you better not drop a diss, can't wait to take a n*gga up
Yeah, I'll be outside, like who want smoke?
He died for speaking on the bro
This b*tch bad as hell, I might go f*ck this b*tch with the trojan
Spit it raw, I don’t need no trojan
n*gga pus*y cat, Doja
I don’t f*ck with [?] or the preacher in this b*tch, I'm holy
Cartier my wrist, it’s stolen
Send him up for speaking on it
Dissing who? Know we been on it
We gon' shoot [?]
Put a whole M up for my son, that sh*t just for Xhosen
This sh*t crazy, before he was born, that young n*gga GOATed
Hell yeah, the coupe look like Batman
Make him disappear, I do that boy just like Sandman
I been staying away from features, sh*t, I don't f*ck with [?]
Yeah, if I go hit his block, I'm in the [?] damn, damn
Who want beef? I don’t f*ck with the ham, damn, damn
Yeah, chopper beat like I'm in the f*cking band, man
I just hit your ho, she all at home, I call it grand slam
f*ck it, get out there and hop in cars, the stolen new McLaren
Know the opps be having guns, but these n*ggas be sharing
Caught the boy down bad, he seen my face and then he ran
Dog gon' step on sh*t for what? n*gga, just because he can
Free my dog, free lil' Kell and free [?] out that can
Heard lil' Jon had just got out, so how did he go back again?
And soon as that hit got paid, I send my lawyer twenty grand
I was begging, I was pleading, asking for a second chance
These boys sheisty, they slimy, these boys Dirty Dan
[Interlude]
(That's that gas, that global high)
These boys Dirty Dan
[?]
Spin just because he can [?]
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I been tryna dish it out, f*ck n*gga dissing 'bout it
Soon as I see him, send him bye, like boy, it ain't no hi
Why the hell you in the streets? I know you scared to die
I know you scared to dive inside that water, test it out, yeah
Yeah, I'm sorry mama, yeah, I know I stress you out, yeah
I don't ride with homie, I don't know if he'll tell or not
This Call of Duty, I been blowing up like juggernaut
Who want war? Like point 'em out, who is you? On point or not