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on it - lil king & yfg fatso lyrics

[intro: yfg fatso & lil king]
i was goin’ all track star, bringin’ it back, i ain’t never burnt out and they know this
it’s h*lla straps in the whip, i ain’t gotta play tough, if a n*gga act up, we gon’ roll quick
n*ggas ain’t on a crumb, we spinnin’ for nothin’, opps be in the crib on some ho sh*t (cuda, you made this?)
reaper tatted on my arm, disrespect, get slumped, we pull up, send a bomb where your ho live

[verse 1: yfg fatso]
any time it’s a problem, i’m pushin’ on n*ggas, it’s that, if i see you, get on it
still jump a track’ when i wanted, two hundred or more, push it out, i ain’t ridin’ no slow sh*t
still grindin’ like i ain’t get rich, how i did, you would think i was postin’ a warnin’
always outside, it ain’t never a day i be hidin’, real reap, don’t indulge in no ho sh*t
i was goin’ all track star, bringin’ it back, i ain’t never burnt out and they know this
it’s hеlla straps in the whip, i ain’t gotta play tough, if a n*gga act up, we gon’ roll quick
still bringin’ it up, ain’t respondеd to nothin’, it ain’t me, i don’t care ’bout no old sh*t
thot b*tch holdin’, two of ’em dead ’cause i know i ain’t gotta say much, i just roll it

[verse 2: lil king]
n*gga play and get clapped, we ain’t gotta get back, we the ones puttin’ n*ggas in toasters
still the lil’ n*gga that ride in the back of the back with a chop, if it’s smoke, i’ma blow this
if it’s pressure, we pullin’ up, blowin’ our glees, if you don’t want no war, let me know then
blackout hit him, his blood drippin’ out of his temple, the n*gga got hit up from both ends
rockstar lifestyle, n*ggas know i really live it, just give me a reason to go in
i don’t wanna talk ’bout n*ggas, we chalk out n*ggas, i’m lyin’? go check on the score then
i told him before, “you is not no k!ller, boy, you ain’t never swing no door in”
i told them n*ggas i don’t play when it come to them hats, i’ma play all cash, no ho sh*t
we the ones payin’ for bodies, you know this
get the lo’, we catch an opp b*tch door in
ain’t never seen no drought, i’m holdin’
big cake, we got a lot, i’ll blow this
n*ggas ain’t on a crumb, we spinnin’ for nothin’, opps be in the crib on some ho sh*t
reaper tatted on my arm, disrespect, get slumped, we pull up, send a bomb where your ho live
okay, we knock sh*t off
the jakes on our ass, fatso gon’ get ’em off
leave a b*tch right where he stand on halsted
put an opp b*tch in a box, it don’t cost sh*t
n*ggas talkin’ for what? they know we be f*ckin’ sh*t up, we don’t care if the cops near
right now, i got a drac’ in the booth, n*gga play in this b*tch, he gon’ die, i don’t fight fair
[outro: yfg fatso & lil king]
any time it’s a problem, i’m pushin’ on n*ggas, it’s that, if i see you, get on it
still jump a track’ when i wanted, two hundred or more, push it out, i ain’t ridin’ no slow sh*t
n*ggas talkin’ for what? they know we be f*ckin’ sh*t up, we don’t care if the cops near
right now, i got a drac’ in the booth, n*gga play in this b*tch, he gon’ die, i don’t fight fair

- lil king yfg fatso lyrics

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