On It!

(album: Cyncerely, C3 - 2019)

[King Combs:]
(Yeah
You see all this ice, nigga, you see how we rocking
CYN, nigga)

[AzChike:]
I bust down in these Louies
I gotta chill, knocking down all these groupies
I'm a Playboi Carti, hang around with the Uzi
You acting like she yours but she down for my movie
I be pimping, I ain't worried 'bout no bitch crushing
If I jump, they gon' jump, get this bitch jumping
Broke up with my Glock, got that bitch dumping
If I wear my money with my clothes, I can't fit nothing
Bands poking, thirty Glock got my hand smoking
If I'm up and catch a lick, I put my mans on it
I bring the bitches to the beach, put the sand on it
Treat that ass like a fur and put my hands on it

[King Combs:]
Yeah, uh, put my hands on it
If you twerking for a Birkin, put my bands on it
Dirty money, she gon' have to put a fan on it
Shawty ducking from the flash, put the cam on it
Yeah, I go Super Saiyan on it
And she's leaving with me, you can plan on it
'Cause the crib so big, you can land on it
And that shit got a beach, you can tan on it
What? What? And that's facts
Cut her off, she mad, and that's that
Four door garage, the whips black
Hoes wanna menáge, they bitch bad

[1TakeJay:]
Like I worked at WingStop, you see these pieces
This Cuban link sitting up just like I got cleavage
Like an old bitch, let me put my teeth in
I can't smile too hard 'cause my shit really blinging
And if the head game right, I'm not leaving
You bald-headed, if you can't achieve it, bitch, weave it
These niggas want smoke but these niggas still tweet
This bitch got a nigga but this bitch still beaking
I can't fuck with a classy bitch, I tried it
I need a ratchet bitch that's gon' suck dick and ride it
Girl, you want this dick, ain't shit free, you gotta buy it
She Cash App and text back, ooh, you know I like it
I'm Superman 'cause these lil' niggas is my sidekick
I'm not selling swag but these niggas still buying
You not a boss, you just real good at lying
Singing all my shit, you my fan and my hypeman

[AzChike:]
I bust down in these Louies
I gotta chill, knocking down all these groupies
I'm a Playboi Carti, hang around with the Uzi
You acting like she yours but she down for my movie
I be pimping, I ain't worried 'bout no bitch crushing
If I jump, they gon' jump, get this bitch jumping
Broke up with my Glock, got that bitch dumping
If I wear my money with my clothes, I can't fit nothing
Bands poking, thirty Glock got my hand smoking
If I'm up and catch a lick, I put my mans on it
I bring the bitches to the beach, put the sand on it
Treat that ass like a fur and put my hands on it