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on me - ty wild lyrics

yeah, yeah
if you tryna get f*cked up you can count on me (you can count on me)
f*ckin’ with the gang, arms raise at they brain like d*mn zombie (like a d*mn zombie, dawg)
your girl been a thot, every time i shoot a shot, she be back on d (that ass on me)
pull up at the spot and we spot yall (brrr)
grrrt, thats on me (dawg, that’s on me)
yeah, ain’t that right
try cross me, best pray for your life
’round here, sh*t so dark that you step outside and you can’t tell the day from the night
if you want beef, just say whatchu like, dawg
taking a breath like taking a life
uh (yeah, yeah)
choppa got so much kickback, i don’t need to pay for a flight
finna pay with your life for tryna compare to me
why you claiming they been hot when not one of them carry heat?
they try to copy the kid, but i call it a parody
if ever they biting off of me, i don’t be sparing t**th
ex jealous of my ex, i caught her comparing weeks
old friends sendin’ texts like “why do we never speak?”
motherf*ckers sendin’ threats who wanting him buried deep
b*tch i came out the dirt, you not gonna bury me
get dropped like a pair of yeezys with a .9 for the most cash
happiness is money on my mind, f*ck a prozac
funny how the haters all reside where they hoes at
on my d*ck or they be climbing on my b*lls man
all that effort and your girl don’t even call back
on that first, it ain’t surprising if it don’t last
smoke that dub and never pass it, they can’t hold that
i’m in the future, they consumed by they whole past
oh, man, f*ck what you say
i ain’t take advice from anybody stuck in they ways
you ain’t really run it, you just runnin’ in place
motherf*ckers ain’t budging, got somethin’ to say?
please f*ckin’ come say it
but i ain’t tryna figure things out
you a b*tch made coward tryna switch up now
middle fingers stuck up with a stick up now
got them b*tches stuck up in a stick up
how in the f*ck you expect me let ’em live on?
run up and set off alarms
settle vendetta with beretta in palm
i send ’em threats for the h*ll of it, dawg
they talk sh*t that ain’t offensive at all, yet i’m offending ’em all
a rookie feeling like a veteran, dawg
my heart froze, hot flow, so the weather is warm
you chip in bars like you went to the store
they looking for you, tell ’em head to the morgue
cuz i be getting my squad
to drive by and give you smoke like a hotboxed whip
rock and chalk ’em on some hop scotch sh*t
armed like i popped popeye’s spinach
you secondhand drunk: loaded cuz glock got lit
dawg, you can assume the law got bent
funny knowing your only flaw is you do not drop sh*t
but i’ma drop it because half y’all tweakin’
thinkin’ that y’all neat when he outrap y’all sleepin’
no cap, dawg, that’s on me
dawg, that’s on me

- ty wild lyrics

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