Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On That (feat. Lil Wyte), artist - Gangsta Boo. Album song Witch, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Phixieous Entertainment
Song language: English
On That (feat. Lil Wyte) |
On that thug shit |
On that drug shit |
On that bullshit |
On that devil shit |
Pocket full of drugs stumbling in the party |
I’ll kidnap your ho and take her straight to Molly |
Take pictures with every bitch that’s up in that party |
Put every bitch in that party on that same fucking Molly |
Rock out with my cock out |
They can jam out with they’re clams out |
Me and Gangsta Boo up in this motherfucker |
Getting loose in this ho 'bout to jam out |
We back up on that thuggin' druggin' boolin' devil shit |
This some of that 2036 MAFIA mix level shit |
On point like shark senses |
Fuck with me my homies will smell the blood |
On a one way ticket to hell you headed |
Beheaded with me no love |
I got real killers that did real time at all times on my left and right |
Better think twice when you fuck with Lil Wyte |
An extended clip can fuck up your night |
Alright? |
I’m smoking like a motherfucker and I’m going crazy |
Riding with Wyte with a bitch with no babies |
Y’all already know I’m back up on that ratchet shit |
Get wrong one time leave ya in a ditch |
Bumpin' that new triple six |
You niggas y’all know what it is |
You high and you gone off them pills |
That’s why I’m just keeping it real |
I’m back on that old ass I don’t give a fuck type legendary status |
I ain’t gotta come with no hype |
99 problems but you hoes ain’t one |
I don’t fuck with ya I just fuck with y’all for fun |
I’m doing shit you can’t |
I be all up in the bank |
Looking like a million dollars smelling like a pound of dank |
Aye! |
Yeah, I’m a thug bitch |
You drugs bitch |
I love the hood and my folks be on that bullshit |
Gone catch you slippin' so don’t play in Memphis |
We 'bout that life so get right |
Hope you pay attention |
Them goons they be lurkin' they come out at night |
Mayne for yo' pockets then yo' wallet they will take yo' life |
Clubbin' druggin' thuggin' all the way until the sunny light |
Party’s at my house we live as hell 4sho we’ll get you right |
Blowing nothing but herbs through my lungs got my mind blown |
Dip it in that drank my words slurred now I’m super throwed |
Fuck it, it ain’t nothing else to do, so I hit up Boo |
We so with the shit it ain’t no telling what we finna' do |
We thuggin! |