Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On Me , by - T.Y.. Release date: 14.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On Me |
| Leave it to me Imma get the job done no problem |
| Told my big homie I got him |
| And if you beefing I’m beefing |
| Thats just what it is and that’s just how I’m rockin' |
| Ain’t no questions about it |
| I’m a solid young nigga who gon' ride fo' sho |
| I don’t fuck around I check that shit right at the door |
| Lettin' 'em know, T.Y. |
| Son of a Gangsta I’m on my grizzly |
| And if you looking for me Imma be in Chopper City |
| Bitch I’m a paper chaser, block pumper |
| Hit you once with the pump, hit you again open yo' stomach |
| Playin' with the gang, you get your issue |
| It’s Chopper City where we tote big things |
| Put up them lil' pistols |
| Keep it G, gotta keep it gutta |
| And let these niggas know this real life not social media mother fucker |
| Anyway it go, we gettin' paid |
| Might fly to the A for a few days and stack up some cake |
| Friendly bobbin' nah I ain’t wit' it |
| I don’t catch feelings 'cause they have you lookin' silly |
| I think they mad 'cause they don’t know how to get it |
| Hop in the Lamb with a cold pair of model bitches |
| What’s in my hand? |
| A big 40 and I’m vicious with it |
| Only thing I wanna show 'em is how to get it |
| Real recognize real and I don’t know you niggas |
| Either you mad or you feel like I owe you nigga |
| Leave it to me Imma get the job done no problem |
| Told my big homie I got him |
| And if you beefing I’m beefing |
| Thats just what it is and that’s just how I’m rockin' |
| Ain’t no questions about it |
| I’m a solid young nigga who gon' ride fo' sho |
| I don’t fuck around I check that shit right at the door |
| Lettin' 'em know, T.Y. |
| Son of a Gangsta I’m on my grizzly |
| And if you looking for me Imma be in Chopper City |
| What’s in my hand? |
| A chopper, and I’m violent wit' it |
| S double M, murder round wit' it |
| Taliban, Kirkwood Zone 6 |
| Everybody round me choppered up or stick |
| I’m talking choppers, people calling cops when we pull up |
| Gon' need the doctors, pronounced dead on the scene |
| We totin' 223 with the beams |
| Kirkwood we the new New Orleans |
| Me and T.Y. |
| blowing out a whole pound |
| Free B.G. |
| they took a real one from the streets |
| We pushing old Hummers, we doin' old numbers |
| We making millions out the street, let me show you something |
| New wave, Taliban Free Band Chopper City boy we the new wave |
| Lasers on the chopper, 50 round drums on the chopper |
| Leave it to shorty |
| Leave it to me Imma get the job done no problem |
| Told my big homie I got him |
| And if you beefing I’m beefing |
| Thats just what it is and that’s just how I’m rockin' |
| Ain’t no questions about it |
| I’m a solid young nigga who gon' ride fo' sho |
| I don’t fuck around I check that shit right at the door |
| Lettin' 'em know, T.Y. |
| Son of a Gangsta I’m on my grizzly |
| And if you looking for me Imma be in Chopper City |