Lyrics On Citas - Mistah F.A.B., Iamsu!, Keak Da Sneak

On Citas

On mamas
On citas, on mamas
On citas, on mamas
Niggas talk but they don’t want problems
On citas, on mamas
Niggas talk but they don’t want problems
Your life pass through yo ass if I touch the grass
2−11, progress, no ski mask
Assholes and elbows, lie down to kiss Satan
That’s the weakness nigga hatin, I’m out here motivatin
On bitches, citas — that’s my word
So I jumped up off the porch, back right up the curb
But then on some herb, getting ready for the twist back
4−5 grams in the time just to twist that
Nigga talkin but they don’t want that
On citas, finna top that right back
Droppin back in pocket, bout to hit some
And no frontin, let me tell ya, bullshit’s nothing
Head blind, I’m putting hoes in the wall room
My movement 10 militants, straight goons
Head blind, I’m putting hoes in the wall room
My movement 10 militants, straight goons
On citas, on mamas
Niggas talk but they don’t want problems
On citas, on mamas
Niggas talk but they don’t want problems
Hella proper, hella chopper
I saw the fly, tell the doctor
I’m the man, that’s how I ride around like
I’m the whole thing, you a sound byte
Got yo city on, whole bay too
Hella bad ones fallin out of age too
Get money and I hate you
Turn around, say they made you
Well hate this then
With some young niggas ballin like pistence
Get lovin, ain’t no way a nigga can’t go
10 racks they show em, getting pesos
Like wooh, what’s cookin?
Paid 200 for the mucus
Here beat, take a dookie
In the all-black whip lookin spooky
On citas, on mamas
Niggas talk but they don’t want problems
On citas, on mamas
Niggas talk but they don’t want problems
They don’t want problems, they don’t want problems
Actin like gangstas but they don’t want drama
Boy they be quiet when they put that lama
Put that on my citas and my grandmamma
Return of the skizzo, maniac flips
Oh that boy go yea yea
He party like a disco and disco
Go ahead, been waitin for that boy fatty just t bring it home
Some niggas was tryna turn it but they was doin it wrong
I was out for a minute but I’m right back on
Yup right back on, on in the middle of it
And I don’t give a finger in the middle of it
Nigga yelling fuck em, fuck em
They was hatin on me
But shout out to the real niggas waitin on me
Don’t gotta bring it back cause it ain’t never left
That’s Suzzie on the track, nigga rare yea
On citas, on mamas
Niggas talk but they don’t want problems
On citas, on mamas
Niggas talk but they don’t want problems
Take it down, take it down
Or bring it back up
Planned twist
Hipster girls get vanquished
Eatin rappers, treatin labels like banquettes
Ready to dominate, homie I’m anxious
Bring it back on the earth with me
Recognizing your certainty
Of a career in music but I still handle it perfectly
Reflectin the greats, deflectin the hate
Acceptin the challenge, I spit in their face
I reeled away, dimensions that I was cold
I say good, respect me like the truth
Smoking fruit, you know we close the boot
Keep the money on lock,
They are both, they come through with me
I’m on that with yo mind
Never try to be cool with me
Too busy writin rhymes, Gavin Springs I’m producing beats
I’m makin this money, don’t try to take it from me
All this hell on earth, know exactly what I’m worth
She go real with my homies and turned em under the dirt
Stay for hoes in my business, I do that there for the church
Lookin for the real, you couldn’t just search
Cause me and my gang finna bring it right down to earth
All the niggas are hothead in the kick
Niggas talk to you in they spirit, top rhyming and shit
I set a goal in my aye teen years, accomplishing it
I’m tired of hearin bout my niggas dyin and shit
I’m tryna get rich, I needed like pajamas and deck
It’s serious shit, this asshole’s serious shit
We say the heart of the crime the more time that you get
But I just see my city hurtin, close my eyes and just spit
Get a new form like the whole verse on the plain flight
Chain bright, want it, but I could get it the same night
Game tight, I ain’t doing your work
Guess it’s about time I showed these niggas a lil hard work
You see I like that havin cake and I eat it too
Electric field, can I get a little Pikatchu?
A bit poppy, seed of a monster
Mantra hesitate, I love you like tantra
Pop some things then I blow until yo eyes closed
And my eyes low, smoking on God-knows
What did you say my nigga?
No one at your souvenir
And I’m dealin it, promise that I’m real in it
Your boy is in the building like a blueprint
HBK, we open windows til the roof bang
Tryna dodge loose at fur in a coupe that purps
Bubble up in a swinger that’s there in my cup
Sick of these hatin niggas stealin my flows
Either you with me or against me and I’m killin my foes
I’m still in my clothes hittin it
Look at who’s spittin
I mean the girl you kickin with is feelin my bros
I wanna sit back, kick back, maybe we could chit chat
Tryna do a homegirl, we already hit that
Like a verb off, show you what it do
I’m a do it just to show you we could it too
20 years in the booth, my homies laced up like tennis shoes
Part my ways from Toyotas to Bentley coupes
Homies say I got the juice
Confidence boost up through the roof
Tell me what’s the use
Use my juice to inspire youth
I’m fuckin with girls with insecurities
And they all the Beyonce, they loved to pair a D
And it’s kinda hard to be sucka free with double D’s
But I still love er as we feel reckless
And uh I think I’m high, I might be not
Flowo prints, Nike socks
Wavy hair, windy locks,
Chandelier, diamond glock
Take me there, sunny shaded
Get me faded like the watch
That’s probably a shame, gas on tank
Wear a gank, shot came, block this pink
Pink slash more, took a couple from yo look book
I’m a good crook, saw it and ain’t good look
Never apologize, that’s the bitch talkin in you
Me and my niggas ride on the sick instrumental
Getin chipped accidental, put curtains around the windows
When all of my niggas assemble we murder that shit
Bringin that down to earth
Take it down, take it down
Take it down
Bringin that down to earth