Onna Come Up (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Lil Eazzyy]
Ayy
In this b*tch still cappin' with Dan, on bro
Go, go, go

[Chorus: Lil Eazzyy]
Right now, on the come-up
Lately, been talkin' my sh*t because I know I come from the gutters
Send shots at your brother
Then I go pop out in all of this linen like I was a butler
How can you hate me? I'm comin' from under
Nowhere to sleep, what the f*ck is a cover?
Now I pop out in Balencis, they runners
Man, tell 'em stop tweakin', I already f*cked her (Stupid)

[Verse 1: Lil Eazzyy]
I was down bad, I know I done it all
I was servin' the fiends, let the Xannies dissolve
If I got a problem, I'm makin' one call
While none of your n*ggas be slidin' at all
But b*tch, like a oven, I'm packin' that heat
Only get up with b*tches when it's in the sheets
Run to the paper like I'm in a meet
Baby, get on your knees, let me give you a treat
Too much of the Wocky be havin' me sleep
But too much of the Percs got me ready to freak
Grindin' for months, I been grindin' for weeks
My uncle told me to just watch for the weak
'Cause they like to sneak
Gucci and Prada be havin' me drippin' like I was a sink
Man, what did you think?
I'm tryna make it to put some VVs inside my Cuban link
Man, why do it stink?
Kobe been bringin' in pounds of the 'za
b*tch, y'all know that it reek, you n*ggas not street
I can have youngins that's thirteen and under put you on a tee, and they'll do it for free
We was in steams, we was servin' the fiends
Miero told to me to stop poppin' the beans
Right on the T, Domo still in my dreams
I like droppin' them Xannies inside of my lean
[Verse 2: Lil Eazzyy]
Lil Eazzyy been workin'
Keep passin' your moves, we got them b*tches twerkin'
Reese in the cut, and that n*gga be lurkin'
Can't see in the trap, 'cause we closin' the curtains
Don't know what I'm feelin'
Seem like the n*ggas who doubted me most is always in my mentions
You know I ain't trippin'
Drop me a check and that boy BOA and my transaction pendin'
Before the pandemic, my n*ggas was clickin' some rentals
Can't wait to hit Johnny to f*ck up my dental
Blue tips in the 40'll f*ck up his mental
We put him on TV like he Jimmy Kimmel
My n*ggas some refs, blow a TEC like a whistle
Hollows hit his flesh and his skin start to sizzle
You know we erasin' a n*gga like pencils
Then skrrt out the way, know my n*ggas get little
But don't let me get started
A four on the rocks got me lookin' retarded
n*ggas be hatin', that really be garbage
Over that paper, some n*ggas departed
But I never cared
Tryna get big and see green everywhere
My n*ggas on go, why your n*ggas be scared?
Off of the Wocky, get harder to steer
But I'm on my way up, see you when I'm there
[Verse 3: G Herbo]
I ain't with nothing but killers
Always off lean and Perkys, they say it be numbin' they feelings
In love with drillin'
n*ggas start chillin' with no blood spillin', but uh, they willin'
Ain't no opps livin'
Walk on the hit, yeah, we did it
Only like four blocks really (Ayy)
n*ggas be silly
Askin' a n*gga get with me, I be like, "No, not really" (Nah)
Gloves, but I got no mask, I'll let a n*gga know I did it, f*ck it
n*ggas can't know my business (Nothing)
Pull up in a new whip and it's disgustin'
No b*tches with me 'cause b*tches be bussin' (Ayy, ayy)
Four-nick' put him to sleep like 'Tussin
"G Herbo, boy where you been?" Hustlin'
Got a FN from my big cousin
Fell in love with the fire
Grew up bad, sometimes I laugh when my son cussin'
It ain't like he in the trenches or nothing
Ain't like he gon' experience something
Really rich, don't be delirious, dummy
Touch him and bleed like a period, dummy
All of my life, I just wanted some money (Some money)
I been a gangster, ain't nobody punk me (Never)
Bad b*tches been on my di*k 'cause I'm funny (Ayy)
I used to sip up a six like a junky (Ayy, ayy)
Ain't never been on a hit, you a flunky
Close range, them b*tches miss, guess I'm lucky
Shawty a four-foot killer like Chucky
Ain't squashin' sh*t, if it's up, then it's stuck with me
[Chorus: Lil Eazzyy]
Right now, on the come-up
Lately, been talkin' my sh*t because I know I come from the gutters
Send shots at your brother
Then I go pop out in all of this linen like I was a butler
How can you hate me? I'm comin' from under
Nowhere to sleep, what the f*ck is a cover?
Now I pop out in Balencis, they runners
Man, tell 'em stop tweakin', I already f*cked her