On The Edge lyrics

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[Intro]
(Turn me up, Keyz)

[Chorus: Wee2Hard]
Glaow, that's that sound of that stick
How many times you sat backseat and somebody got hit? Never
These n*ggas scary as a b*tch, caught your mans and he ain't shoot
Whenever on my side, no, I ain't lackin', them sticks ain't never far
Feel like I'm livin' on the edge, n*gga, murder run through my head
Kill me if I'm opp, don't let me slide 'cause I ain't gon' spare sh*t
Free my opps out Fulton county, so I can shoot 'em in they sh*t
Bet them boys die, time they get relief, chopper sh*t

[Verse 1: Wee2Hard]
Y'all see Moe with me, just know he good, caught him on no murder
All these damn choppers, police can't stop it, they better off callin' the army
n*gga, I ain't tied with sh*t with no murder gang, 'bout the members this sh*t can get ugly
In Benihana eatin' shrimp [?], where is three for the south, n*gga play, get grilled
My lil' bro ain't even in high school, done that four-nick' like he thirty
4way what? Get four to the chin, lurkin' Evelyn, n*gga, come outside
You in paperwork or if rumors you ratted, hell nah, you can't shake my hand
I'm smokin' 'za with Kid, we have our beans and guns, yeah, we havin' tons

[Chorus: Wee2Hard]
Glaow, that's that sound of that stick
How many times you sat backseat and somebody got hit? Never
These n*ggas scary as a b*tch, caught your mans and he ain't shoot
Whenever on my side, no, I ain't lackin', them sticks ain't never far
Feel like I'm livin' on the edge, n*gga, murder run through my head
Kill me if I'm opp, don't let me slide 'cause I ain't gon' spare sh*t
Free my opps out Fulton county, so I can shoot 'em in they sh*t
Bet them boys die, time they get relief, chopper sh*t
[Verse 2: Anti Da Menace]
Get your b*tch and fold her up like a silly band, I'm the Menace man
A lot of n*ggas shoot, lot of n*ggas step, but I don't even do no playin'
Come through with fully, flip the van, these n*ggas pus*y, showin' they hand
He my dog, he crossed me out, but I won't never go turn him in
That's how I'm is, n*gga, really stuck in that field, n*gga
Brand new contract, I been need that, signed a deal for like six figures (Boom, boom, boom)
I knew she was cheatin', but I was too, she know I'm a demon
I'm small as hell, but I walk 'round with some sh*t that'll have a grown man screamin', grrah

[Chorus: Wee2Hard]
Glaow, that's that sound of that stick
How many times you sat backseat and somebody got hit? Never
These n*ggas scary as a b*tch, caught your mans and he ain't shoot
Whenever on my side, no, I ain't lackin', them sticks ain't never far
Feel like I'm livin' on the edge, n*gga, murder run through my head
Kill me if I'm opp, don't let me slide 'cause I ain't gon' spare sh*t
Free my opps out Fulton county, so I can shoot 'em in they sh*t
Bet them boys die, time they get relief, chopper sh*t
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