On My Nek (feat. Tory Lanez)

Outlit, Outlit, Outlit, Outlit, Outlit I'm swiping through all the debts Fit to go hit the mall let's spend it Fit to go hit the mall, let's get it Split this shit up with all of my niggas Oh, your bitch wanna ball forget it All my necklace dripping spaghetti, yea Said my neck, it was all baguette On my neck it was all baguette, yeah, yeah Shorty trying to fuck for the evening Shorty trying to fuck for the night See what I did with them pieces Make this shit jump like Mike See how I flooded the watch See how I'm ducking the cops See how I'm ducking these bum ass bitches I know what they do for the cock I know what to do with an eater, (I do) I know how to make her or please her, (I do) Count money in the wraith with my feet up Make sure the money right before we meet up, (get that) Pressure, sliding Fuck it, make the shit jam Make sure the merch in your hand Watch for the LP on stand, (gotta watch) Niggas can't stop we in motion Bitch move, I'm getting focus Niggas out here getting noticed Can't say you with it, gotta show us Can't talk about shit you ain't doing, (can't do it) Can't talk about niggas ain't wrong, (can't do it) Can't talk about niggas they're shootin', (can't do it) Can't talk about niggas ain't do this, (ain't do this) I'm swiping through all the debts Fit to go hit that mall, let's spend it Fit to go hit the mall, let's get it Split this shit with all of my niggas Oh, your bitch wanna ball forget it On my necklace dripping spaghetti, yeah Said my neck, it was all baguette On my neck it was all baguette, yeah, yeah Yeah, fuck boys Naysayers told make way for the way makers My risk say fist on haymaker Yeah, Floyd, Mayweather I rock yet through the day weather Thick bitch neck make my day better I'm go with the tool should k' better Yeah, I'm the truth, I'm the truth homes Got two phones Even back then Had the Nextel with the brr On the boost phone I stop taking TTC when niggas found PGP's Three gold chains in the stash when James Gone score Told them fucking GED Now I'm gettin' money on a hot rise Got bad bitches cool with the hot thighs Yeah, I'm smooth with the hah With the ouh, with the ah And oh, with the hot fries The bitch said it mine but it's not mine My Jamaican shootas do Slattas And the same shootas deal with the mattas That's why them make us top five and not five, nigga I'm swiping through all the debts Fit to go hit that mall, let's spend it Fit to go hit the mall, let's get it Split this shit with all of my niggas Oh, your bitch wanna ball forget it On my necklace dripping spaghetti, yeah Said my neck, it was all baguette On my neck it was all baguette, yeah, yeah Don't stop with the wave Hop out catch a stain Bust down fuck a plain Swipe a card, we ain't the same, yeah Don't stop with the wave Hop out catch a stain Bust down fuck a plain Swipe a card, we ain't the same, yeah, (yeah, yeah, yeah) Outlit, Outlit, Outlit, Outlit, Outlit