On The Wall lyrics

[Intro: Lelo]
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy (Get off Jun')

[Chorus: Lelo]
b*tch, name a n*gga fly like me
I don't even feel grounded at all
Broke ass n*gga tryna get like me
He ain't nothin' but a fly on the wall
She a ten, but the b*tch go straight to a three every time that her mouth get involved
Four-five rhinestones, hop out shinin' like a young n*gga 'bout to evolve
Hop out black truck, I'm finna plant me a tree 'cause a n*gga feel bad
How you f*cked up claimin' P?
Young n*gga, that sh*t don't match, ayy
Shorty so bad, she ain't my first, but she might be my last
Brand new 'Bach gave me launch control without no crash, ayy

[Verse 1: Lelo]
We ain't [?], but you my son
I'm more like the reason you rap, ayy
I told a tеn go tat my name if she wanna think she stampеd, ayy
Bring me a tent, got stars in the roof
Lil' n*gga, it feel like camp
I get to it, hop out [?] whenever I get too amped, ayy
Kawakubo, Comme des Garçons, can't pronounce my garments
She too sweet, she came in gourmet
Hoe's tryna bite like Garchomp
Don't think sh*t sweet, bro
Pull that fire out, wild out, commit arson
Can't do pardons, we don't roll that way
I beg your pardon?
She like, "Why can't 'We' be 'Us'?"
I'm like, "Don't get me started"
Way too ornery, I like flexin', so don't bring me targets
Boots for combat, ain't deployed, but still deem me sergeant
Can't get time back, all that extra sh*t they say get varnished
[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
"Who got dope in there?" That's me (That's me)
"Who that squattin' outside?" That's me (That's me)
Before they hit the lights, I'ma leave out the bank with these b*tches
How many can fit in the V? (Come on)
You'd think a n*gga rolled Ten Commandments
Splittin' this seal like splittin' the sea (Yeah)
I know she a freak, say spit in her mouth
I told her to catch it, I pull out and skeet (On her face, yeah)
Huh, n*gga's a b*tch, boy, put you a skirt on
Fifty-three hundred for this old ass sh*t on
Speakin' on me? We'll really put dirt on
Bury 'em, go, see he ain't sayin' sh*t no more
You ain't know the S 63 come four-door? (You ain't know?)
You don't know my lil' n*gga—, like hold on (You ain't know?)
Pull up and fire on that man, then skrt off (Go)
Huh, on my account, I ain't doin' no promo (No kizzy)
Lookin' like Tech, shoot first for the logo
How is you a "real street n*gga," but you tell though? (Soft n*gga)
n*ggas be waitin' on the money, It's a no-show
Gotta go get it if you want some
Rap game feel like a blunt run
Don't be a b*tch, put your folks on, n*gga

[Chorus: Lelo]
b*tch, name a n*gga fly like me
I don't even feel grounded at all
Broke ass n*gga tryna get like me
He ain't nothin' but a fly on the wall
She a ten, but the b*tch go straight to a three every time that her mouth get involved
Four-five rhinestones, hop out shinin' like a young n*gga 'bout to evolve
Hop out black truck, I'm finna plant me a tree 'cause a n*gga feel bad
How you f*cked up claimin' P?
Young n*gga, that sh*t don't match, ayy
Shorty so bad, she ain't my first, but she might be my last
Brand new 'Bach gave me launch control without no crash, ayy