CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : On My Shit
Run it up, get it up, run it up, got it
Lil' b*t*h
Ba**lineFanaticz
Yeah
F**k what they say, man, I went out and did it
And went out and get it and went out and got it
Then made it fit in like a plug in a socket
Whipping through traffic and touching and rocking
All them blue faces busting out the wallet
All them b*t*hes bust it open for papi
All my n***as shake it up and then lock it
All my n***as whip it up and then rock it
I'm running back and forth, up, down the interstate
I don't do dinner dates, I need that chemistry
I need that energy
I sent that b*t*h to look out for my enemy
Longest making money, y'all need a remedy
1942 shot, he want a Hennessy
See me in drip with a whole new ident**y
Seen him one time, he said, "Do you remember me?"
He wanna give me that dough like a Kennedy
Making money like it's ten of me
Drum on that Draco, no symphony
Dude in L.A. tryna send for me
He tryna put it way up where my kidney be
N***a, you kidding me? (N***a, you kidding me?)
N***a, you sh*tting me? (N***a, you sh*tting me?)
You chilling and shouldn't be
I'm tryna run it way up where the ceiling be
Diamonds on me, cost a pretty penny
N***a shining, and I mean that literally
VVS got them strippers naked in my section
That sh*t looking glittery, ooh
Heavy artillery, ooh
You b*t*hes ain't killing me, ooh
Presidential like Hillary
LightSkin the Keisha, you b*t*hes remember me
Right back on my sh*t
Then I'm right back on my sh*t
Then I'm right back on my sh*t
Then I'm right back on my sh*t
We the new fidgets of flexing
The front on these b*t*hes too subtle, these b*t*hes too humble
We break down that 'Wood and that weed gon' get crumbled
Run to that money right after the huddle
I don't lay up, I don't have time to cuddle
I don't do back and forths, ain't no reb***al
Walk in Chanel and I grab me a couple
I'm tryna load up them racks in my duffel
I'm tryna show these b*t*hes how to hustle
I'm tryna show them you gotta have muscle
I'm tryna show them you gotta get busy
LightSkinKeisha baddest b*t*h in the city
Talking that sh*t, she get split like a Philly
Hop on that d**k and ride out like a wheelie
I need that bank account filled up with millis
I got a bunch of stars all on my ceilings
B*t*h, ooh
Right back on my sh*t
Yeah, then I'm right back on my sh*t
Then I'm right back on my sh*t
Yeah, then I'm right back on my sh*t
Yeah, yeah
Right- right back on my sh*t
Then I'm right back on my sh*t
Yeah
Right- right back on my sh*t
Lil' b*t*h
Ba**lineFanaticz
Yeah
F**k what they say, man, I went out and did it
And went out and get it and went out and got it
Then made it fit in like a plug in a socket
Whipping through traffic and touching and rocking
All them blue faces busting out the wallet
All them b*t*hes bust it open for papi
All my n***as shake it up and then lock it
All my n***as whip it up and then rock it
I'm running back and forth, up, down the interstate
I don't do dinner dates, I need that chemistry
I need that energy
I sent that b*t*h to look out for my enemy
Longest making money, y'all need a remedy
1942 shot, he want a Hennessy
See me in drip with a whole new ident**y
Seen him one time, he said, "Do you remember me?"
He wanna give me that dough like a Kennedy
Making money like it's ten of me
Drum on that Draco, no symphony
Dude in L.A. tryna send for me
He tryna put it way up where my kidney be
N***a, you kidding me? (N***a, you kidding me?)
N***a, you sh*tting me? (N***a, you sh*tting me?)
You chilling and shouldn't be
I'm tryna run it way up where the ceiling be
Diamonds on me, cost a pretty penny
N***a shining, and I mean that literally
VVS got them strippers naked in my section
That sh*t looking glittery, ooh
Heavy artillery, ooh
You b*t*hes ain't killing me, ooh
Presidential like Hillary
LightSkin the Keisha, you b*t*hes remember me
Right back on my sh*t
Then I'm right back on my sh*t
Then I'm right back on my sh*t
Then I'm right back on my sh*t
We the new fidgets of flexing
The front on these b*t*hes too subtle, these b*t*hes too humble
We break down that 'Wood and that weed gon' get crumbled
Run to that money right after the huddle
I don't lay up, I don't have time to cuddle
I don't do back and forths, ain't no reb***al
Walk in Chanel and I grab me a couple
I'm tryna load up them racks in my duffel
I'm tryna show these b*t*hes how to hustle
I'm tryna show them you gotta have muscle
I'm tryna show them you gotta get busy
LightSkinKeisha baddest b*t*h in the city
Talking that sh*t, she get split like a Philly
Hop on that d**k and ride out like a wheelie
I need that bank account filled up with millis
I got a bunch of stars all on my ceilings
B*t*h, ooh
Right back on my sh*t
Yeah, then I'm right back on my sh*t
Then I'm right back on my sh*t
Yeah, then I'm right back on my sh*t
Yeah, yeah
Right- right back on my sh*t
Then I'm right back on my sh*t
Yeah
Right- right back on my sh*t
