Lyrics I'm On It - TeeCee4800, G Perico

I'm On It

Ayy it’s four eight double oh, pistol or the knuckles
Whichever one, nigga you’ll be leaking like a puddle
Pass the rock, sell the rock, I got the most triple doubles
They ain’t fuckin' with a nigga like me, I keep 'em humble
Kickin' back, gettin' paid, haters nothing to a fade
Take 'em back to the nineties, I was drinking Kool-Aid
Escalade, Cadillac on the certain cul-de-sac
Where that’s at, nigga fuck around get lost and he get smacked
I’m a crip not a mack, even though I got a MAC
I been doin' bad, nigga I need a million, where it’s at
Ayy it’s schoolyard, nigga you my students
Four hundred, ten summers is the movement
Ayy a nigga got to get it out the door
Little nigga hanging at the liquor store
Fifty cents for a single Newport
He been stressin', man he really miss his locs
So many marks out here it’s a joke
You’s a square nigga, you play sports
Why you got it nigga, just to flaunt it?
'Cause if I pull it out nigga then I own it
If I pull it out I’m on it, we bangin'
Shooting niggas off bikes and off corners
With a cigarette hanging from my lip
Nigga I need Nicorette, been tryna quit
Hit him with that left side, behind the wheel
You know where you walkin' you gon' get your ass killed
Midtown money, south central keep it cracking
I miss my locs, I’m out here like a savage
Like my nigga dope, wear them wheels with the leather coat
Last time we spoke he drove off then he got smoked
Why you got it?
just to flaunt it
If you see me hittin' corners then you know I’m out huntin'
Ayy a nigga got to get it out the door
Little nigga hanging at the liquor store
Fifty cents for a single Newport
He been stressin', man he really miss his locs
So many marks out here it’s a joke
You’s a square nigga, you play sports
Why you got it nigga, just to flaunt it?
'Cause if I pull it out nigga then I own it