It's On

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

You know I speak from my heart like my mouth in my chest

It's the South the the West

Suave house at its best

Went from crumbs to brick (lay down), the other shit

Respect the game (Jiggolo) behind the Southern hits

The fam type [?] still light shit down

No [?] cartel Tef, white wrist now

Funny shape ice (uh), my money made twice

Still pull guns [?] holes, roller blade dice

Still flip ones rise spokes, razer blade white

Still walk blocks, call shots, I'm livin that life

I'm the future of the south, isn't that nice

[?] soul, I'm shipping that twice

I plan to call your names, when I'm giving them right

I'm a little more vocal on the internet site

Until then, I'm living

Cock sucked on the yacht

Hot scotch rolling rocks

Time to sing the hook c'mon

[Hook: Jiggolo 2x]

It's On, it's on

We here (we here)

Nothin to lose (nope)

No fear (no fear)

Still standing, they can't stand it

Suave house too bitch that's my family

[Verse 2: Noah]

The Suave house booted out all the shisty thieves

Now it's just icey sleeves and nice MCs

The youngest in the pack, still running with the pack

You know shining bird bath stil pumping in the lack

Where you want these slugs, in the stomach or the back

Bad contracts but I'm still coming for a plaque

I suggest y'all niggas start covering your hat

Ross climbing through the front, I'm covering the back

Cover with the black, bubbling the crack

Hustling at that, [?] with the rats

Slugging for the scratch and the bucket

Puffin on batch, where my hustlas at

Noah, the ladies remember the dimples

Puttin nipples on the windows, of the Limos

Climb through the sunroof, y'all niggas want who

Give me another bad bitch that I can run through

The [?] to representing

Fuck y'all say the hook

[Hook: Jiggolo]

[Verse 3: Jiggolo]

There's, nobody fly, Nodoby hotter so

It's only right I hold the torch and I provide the dope

I get to em raw, like the pure coke

Turn me up and hear me bubble like that baking soda

Uh, but niggas they scared of it

They close but can't see me like some impaired cousins

Blind to the fact that nigga I'm buzzing

My whole clique with me and niggas I met up

With one click, and one aim

We get bread, and we fuck dames

You can, play with us if you wanna

Try us like a pussy and you sure to be a gonner

A bitch with  me and the chicks stay on one

But sex free to watch her do the Jackie Joyner

Curse he, curse me but hurt me never

Chevy same color Hershey heavy on the pedal

[Hook: Jiggolo]