On & On (Full Studio Session)

[Intro]

Yeah, I'm finna keep the chorus though, that shit was tight

It goes on

[Chorus]

It goes on and on and on (Aye)

She goes on and on and on (Aye)

But ain't no righting my wrongs, my wrongs, am I wrong?

I'ma keep goin' on and on and on and on

And on and on and on

[Verse 1]

I know you don't like it when I say this

I know my music all on your playlist

You gon' listen to me, you ain't gotta say shit

Can't judge a nigga, you don't have a bailiff

I'm hopin' that I make sense

They ain't gang, I remember when I took shit

Break shit, the way I always shake shit, like Haitians

She callin' me amazing, up in Cali, we were stargazing

She told me she needed a baecation

I'll be in Hell waiting

[Bridge 1]

I go on and on and on

Ain't no such thing as righting wrongs, I'm just writing these songs, songs

She goes on and on and on, hey

She goes on and on and on and on, hey

But ain't no righting my wrongs, am I wrong?, I'm so wrong, hey

She goes, on and on and on and on, and on and on and on

[Verse 2]

Last week was a bad week

I was runnin' shit, track meet, after track meet

Count it up, math geek, when the cash peak

Count it up, math geek, when the cash peak

Bad bitch ran a train like a rally

L.A. girls ain't no good, word to Cali

Work my demons out, I took 'em straight to Balis, uh, yeah, aye

Put my dick up in her belly, the beast of the belly, aye

Pissin' on these hoes, feel like I'm R. Kelly, aye

Little Caesars with this shit, it's hot and ready, aye

I don't got a gun, I keep me a machete, aye, it get bloody, aye

[Bridge 2]

And I could go on and on and on and on and on, huh

She goes on and on and on (Aye)

She goes on and on and on (Aye)

I'm tryna right my wrongs, am I wrong, am I wrong, am I wrong? (Hey)

It goes on and on and on and on, and on and on and on

[Verse 3]

Yeah, the murder, she wrote songs, (Aye)

Heroin, yeah, I got the dope songs, (Aye)

Fuckin' me, she did that to four songs, (Yuh)

I'm the man, no, I can't do wrong, (Aye)

I was in the cut with a demon, (Aye)

Bad bitch, swallow all my semen, (Aye)

Put a fuck nigga on the cement, (Aye)

I ain't even have to have a reason

These niggas guilty of treason

Don't walk around me, bitch, you guilty of breathin'

I beat him up, now he guilty of bleedin'

I ain't even have a reason

[Verse 4]

I'm feelin' so wrong, the way I'm makin' these songs

Ain't no such thing as rightin' wrongs

I'm just gonna keep it on

I'ma keep movin' on

I'ma keep goin' strong

At the end of the day, I know my money be long

I remember crackin' broads and crackin' cards

I remember going hard and I'm off the charts

Run up on them 40 charge, yeah, my 40 charger

Try to pull a kick door, niggas try to barge in, (Aye)

Marching like a Spartan, ball like I'm Harden, (Aye)

I remember in my feel like Vince Carter, (Aye)

Feel like D-Rose back when he was startin', (Aye)

Can't nobody stop me, I'ma keep on drivin', (Aye, Yuh, Aye, Uh)

[Verse 5]

Flexing, I feel like I'm Percules, (Uh)

Flexing on my ex, she call me "Hercules"

She be talkin' shit, she know that shit ain't hurtin' me, (Uh)

Name a nigga that did you worse than me, (Huh)

High as hell, that's just where I'm 'posed to be

Only time she over me is when she over me

I'm still and I'm over it, hold up, hold up

In the cut with my nina tucked, I can't hit you up

Give no fucks, yeah, your bitch a slut, she be takin' nut, (Aye)

I be fuckin' her, she tryna make love, (Aye)

I don't make love, I just do drugs, (Aye)

I don't buy drugs, I just shoot plugs, (Aye)

Run up on him with that chopper, what's up? (Aye)

Showin' no love, showin' no love

Momma mad at me, She I'm on like four drugs

Pour mud, then pour some more mud, (Uh)

Double up right after I double cup

Rollin' two woods, I'm smokin' a Double-Dutch

Shoot him in his stomach, I told him to hollow up

Hey, yeah, aye, yeah you know what's up (Oh)

In the fields no love, in the club more drugs, save me (Ho-oh-oh)

[Verse 6]

I do too many drugs, she say I do that a lot

I was in the club, told 'em, "turn it up a notch"

I was off the lean, tryna snooze on a thot

Takin' W's, I don't lose on a thot

Winnin' all day, they be losin' a lot

Shoot him in his head, now he oozing a lot

He was talkin' too much, too much

Spend it all, I ain't givin' no fucks

Runnin' up the paper, runnin' up the paper

Brand new serves, so they think that I'm a waiter

Run up with my chopper, that bitch got a laser

I left her in shock, huh, kinda like a taser

Runnin' up the paper, runnin' up the paper

She lovin' the shock, huh, that bitch like a taser

Pull up with my Glock, huh, it came with a laser

Yeah, I keep a Glock, huh, I know I got haters

I don't do no favors, huh, that's for later

They make allegations, huh, I make paper, huh

I got white hoes like Vanilla Wafers

In that two door, spinnin' in a sailor

[Bridge 3]

(Catch a fuck nigga broad day, catch a fuck nigga broad day)

(Pull up on that nigga like; hey, catch a fuck nigga broad day)

(Pull up on that nigga like; hey)

[Verse 7]

My lil bro Tay-K, huh, he gon' do the race, huh

I just brought a K, huh, take your life away, huh

I got money now, huh, take your wife away, huh

I need a vacation, these hoes got me stressin'

Thank God for my blessings, eat first, don't eat seconds

Got my Smith and Wesson, that's a lethal weapon

Pull up on you like a Christmas, wrap you like a Present, (Aye)

You was in the past, bitch I'm in the presence

Pull up on a nigga like; Aye!, huh

Green bae, money green, yeah that's my bae, huh

Run it back, run it back, that's a relay, huh

Fuck your bitch like a Mixtape, that's on replay, huh

I remember hittin' stains back on eBay

Tryna get some Gucci belt's the free way

Scratch that bitch ain't talkin' 'bout a DJ

I'm sick of that, "He say!, She say!"

Early to the money, race far, nigga be late, (Uh, Aye)

Pull up on a nigga like, Aye!, huh

Catch a fuck nigga broad day, huh, pull up on a nigga like, Aye!, huh

Catch a fuck nigga broad day, huh, pull up on a nigga like, Aye!, huh

Catch a fuck nigga broad day, huh, make a nigga run like race, huh

Pull up on a nigga like, Aye!, huh

Catch a fuck nigga broad day, huh, pull up on a nigga like, Aye!, huh

Catch a fuck nigga like bray, huh, shoot a fuck nigga in his face

Shoot a fuck nigga in his face, huh, pull up on a nigga like, Aye!, huh

Pull up on a nigga like, Aye!, huh, pull up on a nigga like Mayday

I fuck his bitch, his lady, run up on me I go brazy

I'm in the car with a AK, I shoot this shit you like Ese, huh, yeah

Bro say, run up on me like no way, I got amigo like Jose

I'm in the car with your hoe way, I'm in the car with your hoe way

These niggas in denial, I fuck your bitch you know way, hey

I'm throwin' hands and bands you throw shade

Look at your bitch, she still go both ways, hey, yuh, aye

Pull up on a nigga like while he stall, huh, aye, aye, aye, aye

Shoot him when the beat drop, huh, aye, oh

Crack all up in my tube socks, huh, aye, yuh

Keep that rock in my tube socks, aye

[Verse 8]

Gotta make a way, feel like I'm a player the way I be makin' plays

Bad lil bitch you know I'ma get laid

Kick her out the crib you know she gon' get played

Run her like a race, I feel like I'm first place, aye

I do that shit all day, I was rockin' Trues, I moved up to Balmain's

Knock her out the park like a baseball game, aye

I fuck a neighbor from the back, right?

Run up on me I'ma shoot, twice

I just be pourin' up, Act right?

I fucked a bitch with the act right? yeah, do that all night

I went to Cali last night, yeah, that's a long flight

I just be Xannin' all day, I don't be standin' all day

I fuck a bitch always, huh, yeah, always

Chain gang, take your chain, huh

President Barack Hussein, pull up on a nigga AK, AK, huh

Cocaine like McCain

[Verse 9]

I am in love with a bad bitch, I am in love with a bad bitch

She is in love with a savage, I got a automatic

I am in love with a bad bitch, I fell in love with a bad bitch

She fell in love with a savage, and my automatic

I fell in love with a bad bitch, I fell in love with a bad bitch

She fell in love with a savage

Got my automatic, got my automatic

I fell in love with a bad bitch, I fell in love with a bad bitch

I fell in love with a bad bitch, hey

I fell in love with a bae, huh, I fell in love with a bag, huh

Run it up, I do not brag, huh

I fuck the bitch from the back, huh

You know she gon' pop the tag, huh

Balmain hangin' on my ass, huh

Run up on him on the app, huh

I caught you lackin' and runnin', huh

You know these niggas ain't ready, huh

All of my niggas get money, huh

Nigga you ain't gettin' nothin', huh

Run up on him and I buss it

Sick of that shit Robitussin

I am not here for the Tusslin'

Run up on me then it's Bussin'

I sip Lean, you on Ro-tussin, aye

Run it back, huh, hey

Bobby Brown when I'm in that Stu', I'ma spit that crack, huh

Tell 'em run it back, matter of fact I got my strap

Matter of fact I ain't run it back

[Verse 10]

I'm used to, but I don't really like her like I used to

I'm sorry baby I know that I used you

I told you I don't love you like I used to

Ike turner when I beat it up, abuse you, hey

But I will not abuse you, aye, I'm getting high so if I lose you

That's just somethin' that I'm gettin' used to, gettin' used to, hey

Last night was a long night, I was too high and we had a bad fight

Five more Xan's and I see the light, uh

V-V-S on your finger you know that you can be my wife

Goin' ghost up in that bitch like Poltergeist, uh-huh, aye, uh, aye

Triple Nine, I could fuck the Pastor Wife

[Verse 11]

Passed out on the floor, on the floor, aye

Double cup you know I'm pourin' up I need some more

I don't really care no more, aye

I was in the cut with my niggas in Dior

Passed out, passed out on the floor, aye

Pour me on my double cup I think I need some more

I don't really care no more, aye

I'm in the cut with my niggas rockin' Dior

I just hit a strip, bad model bitch, she gon' swallow kids

Fuck niggas hatin' had to hollow all my tips

Pull up on the scene, had to make it hip, hip, hip

I shoot from the hip, shit, lick, I'ma hit a lick

She gon' lick, lick all up on the dick

She gon' do the trick, do that for a grip, aye

I'm in the cut and I'm zooted, yo' bitch she know what she doing

She off the molly, she cruisin'

Fucking that bitch make a movie, I get her wet like jacuzzi

I do not fuck with that pussy, it smell like fish, I don't fuck with the sushi

[Verse 12]

Chop it like Suey, chop it like Suey

She finna swallow my family guy, I feel like I'd be Stewie

Chop it like Suey, chop it like Suey

She finna swallow my family guy, she swallow kids, not a family guy

She finna swallow my family guy, told her that I'm not a family guy

I am already high, I'm off a Xanny, I'm touchin' the sky

Fuckin' your bitch and I'm tellin' her bye, I'm not a family guy

She said she gon' have my kids, I'm not a family guy

All these little niggas in my crib, I'm not a family guy

Bitch, I'm already high, I'm off a Xan, and I'm touchin' the sky

Swallow my kids, she gon' do that shit like family guy

Told her that I'm not a family guy

All these little niggas, family guy, aye

I make a movie, I'm poppin' footballs, Arnold or Stewie

Look at your bitch, look at your bitch, I chop it like Suey

Chop it, screw it, I renew it

She finna swallow my family guy

These Xanny's take me on a hell of a ride

She said she gon' have my kids, I told her I'm not a family guy

I look in the mirror, I'm already high, hell of a ride

She said she gon' swallow my kids, family guy

Little niggas all up in my crib, I'm not a family guy

That's how it is, I'm not a family guy

She said she gon' swallow my kids, little nigga all up in my crib

I told her I'm not a family guy

I got the ammo, I shoot this shit just like Rambo

Old money, Benjamin Franklin my grand folk

I pull up on him, chopper make him get low

Get low, get low, get low, I ain't talkin' about no Limbo

Shout out to my camphor, hold them guns, ten, two hands

Bitch, that shit look like a Akimbo

Bad lil bitch from Tennessee, she the only ten I see

She just keep on toppin' me, swallow my family-

I'm not a family guy

Look in the mirror, I see three of me, I told you that I'm already high

Touchin' the sky, nigga, you know you not fuckin' with I

Xanny and Perky, that shit took me on a hell of a ride

Fuckin' your bitch and I'm gettin' inside

[Verse 13]

Told her I'm a hell of a guy, she know that I'm high

I pop another Perky and I'm touchin' the sky

I'm feelin' like the man, you ain't fuckin' with I

I run away to gun, cock it back and say bye

That bad bitch fuckin', only took me one time

That Rollie on my wrist is lookin' like the sunshine

You not about yours, I know that I'm 'bout mine

Pull that gun out, cock it back and lock it, stop sign

I be with them niggas throwin' up them gang signs

Surfin' on your bitch, you know I got the hang time

Dunkin' on your bitch, I'm Kobe with the hang time

Under the legs, I fuck that bitch and she give me the head

Niggas be snitchin', they callin the fed

[Verse 14]

It's tearing me apart, It's tearing me apart

I know you see me on TV, everyday I'm goin' hard

Your boyfriend talkin' crazy, you know we gon' stomp the yard

Choppa goin' brazy, it's gon' tear his ass apart

Give me head like you smart, I know you ain't smart

You be playin' games, you don't ever play your part

I ain't playin' fair, baby, I'm just playin' hard

I ain't playin' fair, so best bitch just put up your guard, hey

I'm in the cut, heartbreakin'

Hit her from the back, I got her soul taken

Smokin' good pack, that Jamaican

No matter fact, I'm feelin' like a fuckin' Asian

Eyes low, Rollie in a different time zone

I know, I was trappin' off the iPhone

Your hoe gave me dome while your mom home

Then I got some dome from your mom in your mom's home

Aye, slow that shit down like the Matrix

Fuckin' your bitch, she gon' face it

Her pussy my favorite, my music all over her playlist

I'm on my slay shit, NBA live, dunkin' that bitch like it's 06

Niggas, they don't make it; no hits

I'm in too deep like the ocean, I pour a four with a potion, yeah

That be the potion, yeah, it got me floatin', yeah

I already know it, he is imposin'

That nigga just as a poser, yeah

[Verse 15]

Ain't no tag along's, she wanna tag along

She love the way I write the songs

I can't right my wrongs, but this ain't not a sing-along

It's not a sing-along

She still gon' tag along

She'll tag along

She'll tag along

She say she came from Babylon, aye

That's a baddie in a Devil costume, huh

That's a baddie and she goin' off shrooms

Pull up in the party, yeah, that's what I do

I'ma drop my hoes, then I drop a coupe

Bad bitch came over and she fuckin' for fuel

I'ma pull up in the room and I'm on other shrooms

[Verse 16]

They, playin' tag, .40 in my bag

Stuntin' all day, I don't even gotta brag

Tryna get rich so I don't gotta chop a tag

Tryna get rich so I don't gotta sell a grab

.40 in my bag, run up, I'ma blast, uh, aye

Givenchy is hangin' off my ass, uh, aye

I left my demons up in the past, aye

I am addicted to gettin' cash, aye

Run the racks up, run the racks up, aye

Choppa on my hip, he gon' need back up

Real nigga, make a fake nigga back up

These niggas, they be hatin', they be actors

They be captors, aye

I don't got no time for their reactions, aye

Shoot this shit, I feel like Jon Paxson

He be complainin', baby, I be rappin', aye

I was in the studio posted, toasted

Run up on a nigga, then it's over, over

Marchin' on that nigga like a soldier, soldier

All my niggas came from a Nolia, tote it

He don't want no smoke, he ain't smokin'

Baby, I'm a smoker, I smoke him

Baby, where the smoke at?

Niggas think they in it, but they not and they know that

That bitch finna bop on the squad like Kodak

[Verse 17]

Fuckin' on my squad, she gon' wrap it like a throwback

She know I'm the man, yeah, yeah, yeah, she know that

She gon' bop on the whole team like Kodak

She gon' bop on the whole team like Kodak

Fuckin' on my squad, she gon' wrap it like a throwback

I'm the man, yeah, yeah, yeah, and she know that

She gon' bop on the whole squad like Kodak

She gon' bop on the whole squad like Kodak

I was in the paint, yeah, I was pistol totin'

Catch a fuck nigga in the motherfuckin' open

Give me head, baby girl, like you know it

Give me good head, but she makin' no sense

Got my Ruger Clip, that's my Ruger Clip

That's a ruler clip

I be usin' it, I be in the cut

Off the juice and gin, listenin' to in the cut

I be vibin', I'ma vibe to survive

I'ma get it right

I get high, super high, I'ma touch the sky

I'm not man, I'm a God, you can't fuck with I

She gon' fuck me and her friends, yeah, she fuckin' bi

Hit her one time, tell her fuckin' bye

Say bye two times, yeah, that's two byes

She from Dubai, been through a few guys

But she treat me like a new guy

And you know that, she gon' wrap my team like a motherfuckin' throwback

She gon' bop on the squad like Kodak

And you know that, baby, and you know that

Wet the whole team like a throwback

She gon' bop on the squad like Kodak

And you know that, baby, and you know that

And you know that, baby, and you know that

Runnin' up the racks, these bitches they get annoyin'

.23 in my .45, I ball like Jordan

Niggas talkin' dumb till I pull up like Ben Gordon

Lucky shots, killin' lucky opps

I don't fuck with cops, make a body drop

Then the molly pop, it can get it poppin' like a couple Ollies, nah

Rockstar in the booth, feel like Ozzy now

Bad bitch, she bomb, Kamikaze now

I can't calm down, need it right now

I'm so fresh, I'm so fresh, need no wipe down

In the cut with my gun, tell him pipe down

Got the pipe out, that shit dead, Barney Mac now

Skate up on a nigga like a blackout

Fuck her from the back, you know I make her tap out

I ain't flirtin', but thee nigga got my Mac out

Back down

And you know that she gon' bop on the whole squad like Kodak

She gon' wrap the whole squad like a throwback

Yeah, and you know that, yeah, and you know that

She gon' wrap the whole squad, wear it like a throwback

Boppin' on the whole squad, kinda like Kodak

And you know that, baby, and you know that, yeah

And you know that, baby, and you know that, yeah

You know that, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know that

I'm a real nigga, you know that I show that, aye

Nice in my hand, baby, hold it

I am in the cut, pistol totin'

I be Xannin', yeah, barely standin', yeah

I'm outlandish, yeah, in the planet, yeah

Go bananas, yeah, with my Nina, yeah

Wet 'em up like, wait, Aquafina

Whip that work like Hurricane, no Katrina

Servin' like Serena, yeah

She from Venus, bad bitch, she don't mean it

The meanest of the meanest

She think that she mean, baby, I'm a little meaner

[Outro]

I'm in the cut with a Nina

Run up on me, I'm a heater

Chopper look like a fajita, yeah, aye, -jita

Niggas don't got no stripes, I got my shit like a zebra