Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On My Own , by - Calboy. Release date: 27.07.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On My Own |
| Hey, hey, hey |
| Hey, hey, hey |
| Hey-hey |
| Hey |
| Hey, yeah-yeah |
| Hey |
| Hey-hey |
| Hey |
| Ayy, how many times I gotta say I did this on my own? |
| My brodie slide, won’t hesitate, he up that bitch, you gone (You gone) |
| I’m worrying 'bout many men, they innocent, I’m living wrong (Sheesh) |
| And I still been feeling dark, I talk to God when I’m alone |
| Bitch, we throw shots up (We throw shots up) |
| My bro get tactical, he send shots from the neck up (From the neck up) |
| Bitch, I was piss poor, I got focused, got my check up (Got my check up) |
| Spent 'least 'bout four racks on East Street, bitch, I’m not regular (For real) |
| I sent my line, you take too long to call, then never mind |
| Eatin' in these streets, but not with me, you ain’t no friend of mine (Ugh) |
| We was six deep with a half a ki', had to step on Caroline |
| Hangin' in these streets made me a beast, made me embarrassed now |
| So fuck it, kill 'em all (Boom) |
| Ayy, I just ran up some blue strips tryna get 'em off (Tryna get 'em off) |
| Left the switch off in a new whip, then I’m peeling off (Then I’m peeling off) |
| Said I kicked the cup, but I lied to her, I just sip it raw (Sip it raw) |
| Shawty in my bed with the savage on, tryna rip it off (Rip it off) |
| All this sauce, all these drippy cars (Drippy cars) |
| We get money and we stack it tall (Stack it tall) |
| They say Calboy broke, ain’t facts, at all (Ain't facts, at all) |
| Ayy, we spot opps and whack 'em off |
| Ayy, how many times I gotta say I did this on my own? |
| My brodie slide, won’t hesitate, he up that bitch, you gone (You gone) |
| I’m worrying 'bout many men, they innocent, I’m living wrong (Sheesh) |
| And I still been feeling dark, I talk to God when I’m alone |
| Bitch, we throw shots up (We throw shots up) |
| My bro get tactical, he send shots from the neck up (From the neck up) |
| Bitch, I was piss poor, I got focused, got my check up (Got my check up) |
| Spent 'least 'bout four racks on East Street, bitch, I’m not regular (For real) |
| Yeah, niggas better think before they move |
| I roll with killers too (For real) |
| I just copped me a new big body, just tryna go chop the roof (Skrrt) |
| Shawty dropping bodies, ain’t think about it, same guy that sold, |
| he through (Damn) |
| We been on that gang shit for years, nigga, how you think the same shit new? |
| (Ha) |
| Either be the victim or shoot |
| Live this life, then you gotta choose (Choose) |
| Havin' nightmares in a pool of blood, I pray it don’t come true (Sheesh) |
| And it’s long live my troops, heaven only knows what’s soon |
| Tryna put your dog in a suit, I ain’t tryna call no truce (Hey) |
| Uh-uh, we get money, stack it tall and that’s facts (And that’s facts) |
| Niggas wanna talk, let’s play ball, where they at? (Where they at? |
| Where they at? Where they at?) |
| Ayy, you say that’s for sure, that’s a fact (That's a fact) |
| We gon' let it spray for my dog, you get stretched (Hey) |
| Ayy, how many times I gotta say I did this on my own? |
| My brodie slide, won’t hesitate, he up that bitch, you gone (You gone) |
| I’m worrying 'bout many men, they innocent, I’m living wrong (Sheesh) |
| And I still been feeling dark, I talk to God when I’m alone |
| Bitch, we throw shots up (We throw shots up) |
| My bro get tactical, he send shots from the neck up (From the neck up) |
| Bitch, I was piss poor, I got focused, got my check up (Got my check up) |
| Spent 'least 'bout four racks on East Street, bitch, I’m not regular (For real) |
| Spent 'least 'bout four racks on East Street, bitch, I’m not regular |
| Spent 'least 'bout four racks on East Street, bitch, I’m not regular |
| Damn, nigga, you wrong |
| Yeah, oh, oh-oh |