"WAT WE ON" lyrics
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Ain't goin back and forth
They already know what we on
We shoot them sticks and blow them choppas
They ain't gon make it back home
Got a gloc that came wit attachment
Got a brand new switch on it
Ain't gon never be a day
They make a bitch out big homie
They can't treat me like a brick
And put that cut on me and stuff on me
2 FNs they stuck on me
30 shot like curry jersey
Jump on the way they merry merry
I fucked in a hurry
Clutchin on a dirty 30
Boot up got me nervous
I come from the herby curby
Bails and then birdies
I get my nails did
And count my money dirty
Don't tell me bout what you done did
Cus I ain't worried
Pocket rocket 'stendo
Every stick I got a curve on it
Fuck me like a stallion yea
This dick come wit a curve
See a limit edition
I out it on forgis just to swerve
I got 223s m16s
Scope could hit a bird
7.62 they hit your chest
And blow out all your nerves
Ain't goin back and forth
They already know what we on
We shoot them sticks and blow them choppas
They ain't gon make it back home
Got a gloc that came wit attachment
Got a brand new switch on it
Ain't gon never be a day
They make a bitch out big homie
Ain't goin back and forth
They already know what we on
We shoot them sticks and blow them choppas
They ain't gon make it back home
Got a gloc that came wit attachment
Got a brand new switch on it
Ain't gon never be a day
They make a bitch out big homie
My credit good with karma
My shooter dumb dumb and dumber
Tryna run make em fumble
Stick gon smoke like it's crumble
We shoot shots like the mamba
Run down my America most wanted
Shoot that blick and get horny
Rackays on me, Rich Homie
They call me longway
Genuine she ride that dick like a pony
She said she down wit switchin sides
She tied of fuckin Jibroni
Cook that beat like bologna
In the CAT not the SCAT
200 racks I count up
While I'm playn wit that cat
Wock and mix wit tris
I made it thick like its Act
Takin it back to 06
Mc ridin on them backs
Niggas don't want no smoke
Or we gon fly just like gnats
They already know where we at
We in the south like the Nat LONGWAY
Ain't goin back and forth
They already know what we on
We shoot them sticks and blow them choppas
They ain't gon make it back home
Got a gloc that came wit attachment
Got a brand new switch on it
Ain't gon never be a day
They make a bitch out big homie
Ain't goin back and forth
They already know what we on
We shoot them sticks and blow them choppas
They ain't gon make it back home
Got a gloc that came wit attachment
Got a brand new switch on it
Ain't gon never be a day
They make a bitch out big homie
Ain't goin back and forth
They already know what we on
We shoot them sticks and blow them choppas
They ain't gon make it back home
Got a gloc that came wit attachment
Got a brand new switch on it
Ain't gon never be a day
They make a bitch out big homie
They can't treat me like a brick
And put that cut on me and stuff on me
2 FNs they stuck on me
30 shot like curry jersey
Jump on the way they merry merry
I fucked in a hurry
Clutchin on a dirty 30
Boot up got me nervous
I come from the herby curby
Bails and then birdies
I get my nails did
And count my money dirty
Don't tell me bout what you done did
Cus I ain't worried
Pocket rocket 'stendo
Every stick I got a curve on it
Fuck me like a stallion yea
This dick come wit a curve
See a limit edition
I out it on forgis just to swerve
I got 223s m16s
Scope could hit a bird
7.62 they hit your chest
And blow out all your nerves
Ain't goin back and forth
They already know what we on
We shoot them sticks and blow them choppas
They ain't gon make it back home
Got a gloc that came wit attachment
Got a brand new switch on it
Ain't gon never be a day
They make a bitch out big homie
Ain't goin back and forth
They already know what we on
We shoot them sticks and blow them choppas
They ain't gon make it back home
Got a gloc that came wit attachment
Got a brand new switch on it
Ain't gon never be a day
They make a bitch out big homie
My credit good with karma
My shooter dumb dumb and dumber
Tryna run make em fumble
Stick gon smoke like it's crumble
We shoot shots like the mamba
Run down my America most wanted
Shoot that blick and get horny
Rackays on me, Rich Homie
They call me longway
Genuine she ride that dick like a pony
She said she down wit switchin sides
She tied of fuckin Jibroni
Cook that beat like bologna
In the CAT not the SCAT
200 racks I count up
While I'm playn wit that cat
Wock and mix wit tris
I made it thick like its Act
Takin it back to 06
Mc ridin on them backs
Niggas don't want no smoke
Or we gon fly just like gnats
They already know where we at
We in the south like the Nat LONGWAY
Ain't goin back and forth
They already know what we on
We shoot them sticks and blow them choppas
They ain't gon make it back home
Got a gloc that came wit attachment
Got a brand new switch on it
Ain't gon never be a day
They make a bitch out big homie
Ain't goin back and forth
They already know what we on
We shoot them sticks and blow them choppas
They ain't gon make it back home
Got a gloc that came wit attachment
Got a brand new switch on it
Ain't gon never be a day
They make a bitch out big homie
