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on the scene - greens lyrics

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sh*t i hop up on the scene now they looking yeah it’s my way
bad little b*tch now we swerving down the high way
talkin on the gang we gon leave you lookin sideways, aye

didn’t come for money i just came to win
and she said she really love me but she love to sin, so f*ck a friend
if i started from the bottom yeah i’d do this sh*t again
take my plan get my brothers and we flying to j*pan wit a band

bro you better take a trip or take a loss
i don’t really give a f*ck you check my fit and see the sauce
i been plotting since a youngin just so i could be the boss
now i’m ballin on these b*tches like i’m running from the ops
on the blocks selling rocks cuz i had to get my money straight
fakes hate till you great then they imitate

look i gotta go, tired of working 9 to 5 i know i gotta blow
sh*t i took the bag and blew it but i made it on a show

got it for the low and slung it from the pack
no cap, why you juggin? know the pressure make you snap

got a rack, with my baby in the trap
that girl lookin like a snack when she buss it from the back, who that?

sweet sip my drip it on call
you flex for that clout i ball like john wall, he fall (i ball)
go k!ll a rat and get em solved
two tone drip you can’t get it from a mall

bro you want it then you got it, you just gotta chase the bag
check the fit, check the tag, check the mag, i’m a dog and you a drag, put a semi in the bag
f*ck a lag, it’s a wrap, ima hang him on the flag

blast off smokin on that gas it take my ass off
pass off sh*t i feel like future rockin mask off
wax on wax off, bro don’t f*ck with wack talk
i was in my room just making music on a laptop

but where were you? i was grinding in the stu
now my hundreds lookin blue and you just lookin like a fool
god d*mn i’m the man got my money on demand
turned your b*tch into a fan and now she f*ckin for the bands d*mn

came from nothing made something i took the check and i thumbed it
i said i wanted a hundred i take a toke and i run it
tip toe i’m crossing the summit these haters wish on my plummet
but i don’t live on a budget, they sell they souls now they puppets

that’s alright that’s ok you just lucky it’s a good day
other way i buss it down and break him like it’s 2k
no way b*tches on my d*ck so i go olé
all you sound the same sh*t it’s really getting touché

sh*t i hop up on the scene (yeah, aye)
then i pop another bean (pop another bean)
bad b*tch and she rocking with the team
now they looking my way when i walk up on the scene, god d*mn

sh*t i hop up on the scene now they looking yeah it’s my way
bad little b*tch now we swerving down the high way
talkin on the gang we gon leave you lookin sideways, aye

didn’t come for money i just came to win
and she said she really love me but she love to sin, so f*ck a friend
if i started from the bottom yeah i’d do this sh*t again
take my plan get my brothers and we flying to j*pan wit a band

- greens lyrics

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