On My sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Razor razor
Yeah you know how we do
Cut yo' ass baby
Cut yo' ass
Aye [?]
They gon' love this sh*t my n*gga
[?] I get it like the [?]

[Chorus: 2Eleven]
One stop, gun shot, one stog, 2 pops
Yeah b*tch I am on my sh*t
Hit em up, 2Pac
One K, 2 Glocks, 100 rounds with the see through clip
Same n*gga from the hood
Inglewood, hit the block, with the top down on my whip
Yeah b*tch I am on my sh*t
Yeah b*tch I am on my sh*t
One stop, gun shot, one stog, 2 pops
Yeah b*tch I am on my sh*t
Hit em up, 2Pac
One K, 2 Glocks, 100 rounds with the see through clip
Same n*gga from the hood
Inglewood, hit the block, with the top down on my whip
Yeah b*tch I am on my sh*t
Yeah b*tch I am on my sh*t
[Verse 1: 2Eleven]
I'm fillin' my blow with kush
My cup filled up with all this Patrón
Liquor corporate thug in a [?]
Busting on n*ggas 'cuz I'm so real true
Better bring your weapon
Burst through those 11s no competition
More murder more murder more money more problems
And I'm gonna continue gettin' this [?]
For the love of the money n*ggas will find you (n*ggas will find you)
Get [?] one look at my chain and b*tch imma blind you
I'm grindin countin' up all of my dollars
[?] up on my profit deuce
Eights [?] Impala [?]
Faces all on my pocket yeah
I'm on my sh*t I should stack that up
Break that down just to back that up
Half pound quarter brick serve on [?]
sh*t don't flip all around my plug
Inglewood [?] all my blood
Hold on b*tch let my light my blunt
[?] I ball like [?]
Code young n*gga and my smack turned up

[Chorus: 2Eleven]
One stop, gun shot, one stog, 2 pops
Yeah b*tch I am on my sh*t
Hit em up, 2Pac
One K, 2 Glocks, 100 rounds with the see through clip
Same n*gga from the hood
Inglewood, hit the block, with the top down on my whip
Yeah b*tch I am on my sh*t
Yeah b*tch I am on my sh*t
One stop, gun shot, one stog, 2 pops
Yeah b*tch I am on my sh*t
Hit em up, 2Pac
One K, 2 Glocks, 100 rounds with the see through clip
Same n*gga from the hood
Inglewood, hit the block, with the top down on my whip
Yeah b*tch I am on my sh*t
Yeah b*tch I am on my sh*t
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah b*tch I am on my sh*t
I spend like 30 racks on my clique
I took em shopping at the gun shop
Got em all matchin 5.7's with the 30 round clips
I remember back in 99', tryna eat for 99 cents, I was on my di*k
But b*tch I am still putting on, invadin these n*ggas homes, took my n*gga home from that b*tch
Thuggin til my muthaf*ckin death day
5 star, 5 shots to the chest plate
No rest, don't flex, had to lay the boy to rest
Cuz I guess paramedics couldn't respirate
Made his death, cuz the n*gga had a death to pay
f*ck 9, need my money like yesterday
One house, one stog, 2 hoes, and some workout clothes
Yea them broads about to stress the yay, b*tch
f*ck what you claimin
We corporate thug like a muthaf*cka
Mid to the west banging
Young 2Eleven my blood brother
Better bring your weapons, definitely bring that ammunition
Fresh out the G, it's CTE, never knew no competition
Gibbs

[Chorus: 2Eleven]
One stop, gun shot, one stog, 2 pops
Yeah b*tch I am on my sh*t
Hit em up, 2Pac
One K, 2 Glocks, 100 rounds with the see through clip
Same n*gga from the hood
Inglewood, hit the block, with the top down on my whip
Yeah b*tch I am on my sh*t
Yeah b*tch I am on my sh*t
One stop, gun shot, one stog, 2 pops
Yeah b*tch I am on my sh*t
Hit em up, 2Pac
One K, 2 Glocks, 100 rounds with the see through clip
Same n*gga from the hood
Inglewood, hit the block, with the top down on my whip
Yeah b*tch I am on my sh*t
Yeah b*tch I am on my sh*t
One stop, gun shot, one stog, 2 pops
Yeah b*tch I am on my sh*t
Hit em up, 2Pac
One K, 2 Glocks, 100 rounds with the see through clip
Same n*gga from the hood
Inglewood, hit the block, with the top down on my whip
Yeah b*tch I am on my sh*t
Yeah b*tch I am on my sh*t