Información de la canción En esta página puedes encontrar la letra de la canción I'm On, artista - Cash Kidd. Fecha de emisión: 11.07.2018
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
I'm On |
| Helly on the beat, you know we got one |
| Helly on the beat, you know we, yeah |
| When the fuck this bitch gon' drop |
| I think it’s 'bout to drop right now |
| Ayy, ayy |
| Ride down his block, better not slow down, ayy |
| You know we outside with them poles out, ayy |
| Bands so fire, bring the hoes out, ayy |
| I ran it up on niggas, bitch I’m on now, ayy |
| Had to jugg a nigga with some fake pills, yeah |
| Jugged another nigga with some fake bills, yeah |
| I never broke the code, I remained real |
| Tryna see how havin' M’s in the safe feel |
| Bitch say she want a perky, we got boatloads, ayy |
| Did a turn-around like the road closed, ayy |
| Niggas hatin', I’m the GOAT though, yeah |
| Niggas pillow talkin' to they broke hoes, yeah |
| Got this rap shit in a chokehold, ayy |
| Let me change it up |
| I don’t trick, I make hoes pay to fuck, I can’t make this up |
| Facing blunts like it’s 4/20, no not eighty bucks |
| Ain’t tryna kick it, you can catch these bullets like I faked a punt, ayy |
| Got a rap bitch, she realer than my cold ones, yeah |
| I know some new niggas realer than my old ones, yeah |
| She say before you come, grab some Fruit Roll-Ups |
| 'Cause this dick got your bitch whipped like a tow truck |
| Teacher said what you wanna be when you grow up? |
| Not rap, but this was God’s plan, this shit chose us |
| Bro say niggas only 'round case I blow up |
| Got my eyes open, I can barely trust my own blood |
| You say y’all accept credit? okay okie-dokie |
| Slid another rental, doin' doughnuts like I’m holy moly |
| In the O, just did a turn around like the hokie pokies |
| Hundreds in my pocket balled up like a rollie-pollie |
| Ayy, havin' fun with this shit now |
| Yeah now I can use my face as a discount |
| Mama don’t you worry 'cause I keep it on me |
| Wet a nigga shirt, bet he, die like some bleach was on him |
| Made believers out of bitches, they was sleepin' on me |
| Multitasking, getting head and I’m eatin' Cody |
| Tell my bitch to pray for me, I got demons on me |
| Fuck around and dump the whole clip like it cheated on me |
| Gettin' groceries with them Visa’s on me, you can ask my ex |
| Free Ty, I fuck with Stackboys, make cash and checks |
| Just did homework on the opp, I bet we pass the test |
| Gettin' off, these niggas sick dog, they should be at the vet |
| Ride down his block, better not slow down, ayy |
| You know we outside with them poles out, ayy |
| Bands so fire, bring the hoes out, ayy |
| I ran it up on niggas, bitch I’m on now, ayy |
| Had to jugg a nigga with some fake pills, yeah |
| Jugged another nigga with some fake bills, yeah |
| I never broke the code, I remained real |
| Tryna see how havin' M’s in the safe feel, yeah |
| Play still |
| Shout out to my people, how that drake feel, yeah |
| Ran it up on niggas, bitch I’m on now |
| Ran it up on niggas, bitch I’m on now |
| Ran it up on niggas, bitch we on now |