Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On The Horn, artist - Rich The Kid. Album song Rich The Shit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Sinatra
Song language: English
On The Horn |
| You know what I mean? |
| Migo Gang shit |
| Flippa |
| Slaughter Gang, 21 shit |
| You know what I mean? |
| Hit a nigga in the head (Hit him) |
| We ain’t shooting at the legs (Naw) |
| Back in the day had a trick bike, had a bad bitch on the pegs (Bitch!) |
| Some of my niggas bang blue (Crip) |
| Some of my niggas bang red (Blood) |
| Some of my niggas bang black (GD) |
| All of my niggas keep straps (Grrah) |
| Spend three hundred on a napp (Ayy!) |
| They sucking, fuck the whole trap |
| Bitch, you know my pockets fat (Sloppy) |
| Quavo walking Warren Sapp (Sacks) |
| Takeoff buying only Act (Lean!) |
| You niggas sipping just to act (Actors!) |
| Bought a Bimmer, wrapped it matte (Skrrt) |
| Got a shooter, peep hole out the back (Grraw!) |
| Never been a minority (Naww) |
| Take the pot and Chuck Norris it (Oh!) |
| You niggas looking unfortunate (Woo) |
| Different types of babies like a orphanage (Babies!) |
| I hit my money in the storage |
| I hate when I had to go to court and shit (Hate it!) |
| You thinking that I’m cooking up porridge (Cooking!) |
| The way I’m whipping up my wrist and shit (Whip it!) |
| Damn, this hoe she annoying |
| After I fuck her, I’m finna get rid of the bitch (Gone!) |
| What type of shit that he on |
| Go get the 30 young nigga, go empty the clip (Grraw!) |
| Slaughter Gang, I’m the king bitch |
| Mac 90 with the beam, bitch |
| Hi-Tech, you sipping green bitch |
| 21, hold the pot with my left arm |
| Catching plays like Brett Favre |
| You a gold fish and I’m a fucking shark |
| Whip the pot nigga, whip it hard |
| AK make a nigga Hit The Quan |
| Gas bag like I own the farm |
| She blowing on it like she on a horn |
| 100 round drum and that stick |
| Pull up, roll the windows down and I hit |
| You cuffing that bitch and she loyal to dick |
| Chasing money, I can’t lay with no bitch |
| Murda Gang, we don’t play with the beef |
| Put 'em on a plate and we gonna eat |
| Niggas snitching, I put 10 on the G’s |
| Margielas, I put rent on my feet |
| Niggas pussy, I see through 'em they weak |
| Fuck 12, we keep shit in the streets |
| I brought her to the spot that bitch was a freak |
| Fucked her on the floor, can’t fuck up my sheets |
| Offset! |
| We really invented you niggas |
| The judge tried to sentence a nigga |
| Fuck a partner, my .44 my nigga |
| Stuck in the pickle, grinding from a nickel |
| Trapping in trenches, two bricks in the rental |
| I’m crazy I’m psycho, it’s 'bout to get physical |
| Run a circle 'round the plug, that’s a pick and roll |
| Feds watching so I walk on my tippy toes |
| I’m rich as bitch, I want in on that lick |
| I’m not romantic, my bullet gon' kiss |
| Get in that pot, get the work in your wrist |
| I was born with the gift, got the fame and the grip |
| Hop in the jet and I take me a trip |
| Geeked out on codeine, I sip and I sip |
| Jump off the stage, I might jump out the VIP |
| I’m covered in money, covered like a quimp |
| I’m smoking on cookie, not smoking on piff |
| Don’t talk to the police, not giving out tips |
| That ain’t that boot, that molly look too clear |
| I don’t care what you heard, I jump straight in my Lier |
| Standing in the kitchen, cooking fish fillet |
| Run up my money, I stash me a Wraith |
| Don’t run up on me nigga, pump your brakes |
| I feed you the .223, dinner plate! |
| Run up on me nigga, catch a slug |
| 50 and the 40, I don’t use a glove |
| You know we got the straps up in the club |
| I don’t fuck with you, you a dub |
| 21 Gang, we got weight |
| All of my nigga, we straight |
| Pull up on a nigga, we’ll take |
| Headshot a nigga, leave him in a lake |
| Round table with the Migo Gang and the Slaughter Gang, we on break |
| Bitch too skinny I don’t want her, fuck the bitch, the bitch might break |
| I got a hundred round drum on that K |
| I keep that bitch with me, you know that bae |
| Never let a nigga know where I stay |
| Have a nigga staking out where you stay |
| I get that cash, I ain’t got time to play |
| Hold up that choppa, this mask on my face |
| Shoot out the doulie then pull off in the Wraith |
| Curious George, got bananas in K’s |
| Pussy niggas turn to preachers like Ma$e |
| Finna slide to where I keep me a K |
| Juvenile hit a nigga with tre |
| On Tenwood, post with that K |
| WOO! |
| Whipping a brick with a frying pan |
| Made a 100k with a broke hand |
| Trapping down with the desert eagle |
| Actavis all in my 2 liter |
| Finessing the plug for a whole thang |
| Rollie all white like the cocaine |
| I got a freak with a nose ring |
| Cut that bitch down like I’m 2 Chainz |
| Walking around with a 100 thou' |
| I’m actually rich, you just talk about it |
| Pull up with choppers and air it out |
| I empty the clip in your mama house |
| Hit a jug for the work, still serving |
| Get rich or die trying like Curtis |
| I roll with a brick and she nervous |
| Pull out the Wraith when I’m flexing on purpose |
| I started trapping in first grade |
| I put the lean in a lemonade |
| I pour a four, got a fever |
| Dab school, I’m the teacher |
| Riding scrap with the nina |
| Big balling, no bleachers |
| 100k for one feature |
| Bad bitch, she no keeper |