Lyrics

What you on What you on Need me a house with a lawn That's what I'm on Second property in Tucson Getting that skrilla every time I drop a new song Put some respect on my name I ain't no Jawn Put me on stage Gimme a mic I'm dropping bombs My money long My flow strong My time is now I can't hold on I'm that savage that put my savages on I'm Too rez I don't mess with blondes My hair long My clan strong Hustle in my DNA Word to my pops and my mom Calling the shots I feel like a don I'm an artist with this picture I drawn On the real We don't care how u feel You know we been ill sixth sense We aim for the thrill Whatever it takes to slay these bills Whatever it takes to make a mill Make a mill What you on What you on Need me a house with a lawn That's what I'm on Second property in Tucson Getting that skrilla every time I drop a new song Put some respect on my name I ain't no Jawn I ain't no Jawn Ran up the pay Back when I was making minimum wage Slanging bingo cards and tossing hay Watch what you say Cuz they don't play I got a cousin In every NHA they toss down like MMA High concentrate Like Minute Maid We getting paid Whooping ass Like a can a day Like Bobby buchay Yea we Flexed out like hogan Do nan cheeda that's the slogan Turn up the heat we looking like Skoden I don't care what you told em We running things like Oden Making plays 2 in the morning Like I orderfill on the night shift I might just Press the limits of righteous You can't peep these moves with a physic They tried it Product of my environment Never silent I tried it They set the bar I defied it They contest I denied it Over powered override it I'm on a different level Different vibe different frequency Different time They trying to be me with a different mind But I walk a different line Different pockets I'm different kind Too woke I be checking these different signs Aye I'm too woke What you on What you on Need me a house with a lawn That's what I'm on Second property in Tucson Getting that skrilla every time I drop a new song Put some respect on my name I ain't no Jawn I ain't no Jawn Throw out the hate that got you blind I own my label I don't need a cosign They relaxing I was grinding the whole time Leveling up my phone line My contacts make impacts I got uncs and nephs that spit facts I got aunts that smoke the whole pack Stressed We from the trench you know that Blessed We step to the test We gone eat when we in the mess I say we Blessed We step to the test We gone eat when we in the mess
Writer(s): Luke Gibson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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