We On Dat (OG Mix)

[Intro]

Y'all, I, it was a bitch ran up on me with a motherfuckin' Southside Fade (Merion Krazy)

These bitches walkin' around with Southside?

This ho ran up on me in Family Dolla', y'all

The bitch hit me in my lip so fuckin' fast, I ain't even get to lick my shit

I ain't even get to feel if it was swellin' up or not

The bitch, ah, I'm like, okay, I'm on that too

So we can, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, you know I'm sayin'? We on that

[Chorus]

Yeah, bitch, we on that, you know you don't want that

We lay bitches out, out, out in the streets

Yeah, ho, we like that, pussy ho, don't fight back

We will lay you down, down, down like a sheet

I ain't messy, but I heard from a friend of a friend

That you got your ass beat from here to Dead End

Yeah, ho, we like that, pussy ho, don't fight back

Stomp down, never been swe-e-et

[Verse 1: Monaleo]

Ay, okay, I'm throwed

I'm the one that got these bitches puttin' blush on they nose, and wearin' pink on they clothes

They know I'm throwin' the bows, French tip on the toes

And it's bald, Amber Rose, I'm that bitch and it shows

That I'm that, huh, that's a fact

None of these bitches wanna get down and scratch

I'ma mink-mink-mink me a bitch, no cap

On the internet talkin', bitch, talk to the chat

'Cause I'm not pickin' up what you puttin' down

Bitch, I heard the word around town

Them hoes said you wasn't on shit

Bitch, we laugh at you, you's a clown

Why hoes wanna pick with just me?

Maybe 'cause I'm gettin' money, and I'm pretty

Bitch, you got the wrong idea

Pussy ho, just wait and you'll see

[Chorus]

Yeah, bitch, we on that, you know you don't want that

We lay bitches out, out, out in the streets

Yeah, ho we like that, pussy ho, don't fight back

We will lay you down, down, down like a sheet

I ain't messy, but I heard from a friend of a friend

That you got your ass beat from here to Dead End

Yeah, ho, we like that, pussy ho, don't fight back

Stomp down, never been swe-e-et

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]

I come off the shoulders when it's time to punch, trust me homie, this ain't what you want

I'm Texas-made, never been a punk

Wrong move, might leave you slump

Better tuck your tail, need to watch your tone

Gotta check yourself, or I'm 'a knock your dome

Got one time, to come at me wrong and I'm gonna mop your ass here to Acres Homes

I lay it down, like goose feathers, with a four piece feast, like it came from Frenchies

Killed attention, please don't tempt me

I pop your teeth, now you eating menchies

Simply put, better keep it cool

Turn around and take another route

If you ever, ever try to play me out

Like kid Austin, I'm gonna lay you out

For real

[Chorus]

Yeah, bitch, we on that, you know you don't want that

We lay bitches out, out, out in the street

Yeah, hoe, we like that, pussy hoe don't fight back

We will lay you down, down, down like a sheet

I ain't messy, but I heard from a friend of a friend, that you got your ass beat from here to dead end

Yeah. Hoe, we like that, pussy hoe don't fight back

Stomp down never been swe-eet-eet

[Verse 3: Lil’ Keke]

I tell them, "Hey"

I said, really, you hoes done?

Because really them bitches sweet and I promise they are on the run

These haters they love to sit back, they love to chit-chat

Pull up on they ass, shut 'em down, get her lick back

Bitches know she on that

They don't want that

Fuck around and lay you hoes down, that's a smooth fact

Stomp down, south side, Leo, don't play

If your ass can't fight this, then stay your ass out her way

[Verse 4: Bun B]

Say, man, I put this on my mama

You don't want no drama, shut it down

I'm the triple OG, you going to find out, if you fuck around

I done whooped niggas that ran around with your granddaddy and your daddy too

And when I put these hands up on your ass, they going to be mad at you

My reputation solid, still trying to see what you about

So when a YN get to trying, ain't no lying, we move them out

I'm gonna step on toes and I'll crease your ones

We can fight, we don't need no guns

You going to eat them words ho, and keep your tongue

Speaking around these streets on Bun

[Chorus]

Yeah, bitch, we on that, you know you don't want that

We lay bitches out, out, out in the streets

Yeah, ho, we like that, pussy ho, don't fight back

We will lay you down, down, down like a sheet

I ain't messy, but I heard from a friend of a friend

That you got your ass beat from here to Dead End

Yeah, ho, we like that, pussy ho, don't fight back

Stomp down, never been swe-e-et