Man, we done started all this shit
A free lil' bang by that scent we come through post up in the bricks
Oh yeah, he talkin' all that shit but he got hit up in his shit
Get on the beat wit no pen pad, bitch, I'm poppin' all my shit
He keep dissin' on the gang
Boy, you better go check that list
Was with lil we thuggin' bad, was hitting stains with counterfeit
If shit go wrong? I might do that shit again
You know lil' heart stand on that bizz
And, if I say it, that's what it is
I put that on my unborn kids
Play with the gang
Boy, we aiming at yo' lids
Or at yo' wig
Aye got some niggas in the 12, but we don't f*ck with no damn pigs
I'm bout my bills
Bitch, I feel like Stephon Diggs
Aye 3-5 in my blunt, lil' nigga
We don't smoke with no damn twigs
Aye run that money up so high
I'm just a nigga from the bricks
And one thing bout them 50 boys
Them niggas stay with hella sticks
When we pop out, we fly as hell
Bitch, we takin' all the flicks
Yeah, everything I rap about, I swear it's real
It ain't no script
Go slappin' 30 in my Glock
Lil' bitch, I feel just like O'Neal
And I ain't trippin', bout no high speed
Lil' Rekk, he got the wheel
Aye, dove up in that water
Head first like I was born with gills
Aye trappin' bad, I swear to God
Lil' bitch, I love my vacuum seal
Aye gettin' money
Staying up out the way, bitch
That's my f*ckin' skill
Aye tryna f*ckin' stack a meal
Go move my dukes up in the hills
Hey, bring a play, or stay away
Bro, he bussing' off two tens
He tryna put some shit away
Nigga tryna take his face
We ran down with Baby Drake
Got in that room
That nigga told
That nigga wrote an essay
Them 50 Boyz
Ain't come to play
And, when we pop out, it's a movie
Just like 50 shades of gray
He dis on gang
Them niggas gay
Tote that glizzy with precision
Bitch, I'm down to let it spray
Go put my trust up in some slugs
Because all these niggas really fake
Say what you want about Lil' Heart
Lil' bitch, I really made a way
Hey, bitch, I'm really out of the way
Bitch, I stay right to myself
Bitch, I stay right to myself
50boyHeart - We On Lyrics
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Man, we done started all this shit
A free lil' bang by that scent we come through post up in the bricks
Oh yeah, he talkin' all that shit but he got hit up in his shit
Get on the beat wit no pen pad, bitch, I'm poppin' all my shit
He keep dissin' on the gang
Boy, you better go check that list
Was with lil we thuggin' bad, was hitting stains with counterfeit
If shit go wrong? I might do that shit again
You know lil' heart stand on that bizz
And, if I say it, that's what it is
I put that on my unborn kids
Play with the gang
Boy, we aiming at yo' lids
Or at yo' wig
Aye got some niggas in the 12, but we don't f*ck with no damn pigs
I'm bout my bills
Bitch, I feel like Stephon Diggs
Aye 3-5 in my blunt, lil' nigga
We don't smoke with no damn twigs
Aye run that money up so high
I'm just a nigga from the bricks
And one thing bout them 50 boys
Them niggas stay with hella sticks
When we pop out, we fly as hell
Bitch, we takin' all the flicks
Yeah, everything I rap about, I swear it's real
It ain't no script
Go slappin' 30 in my Glock
Lil' bitch, I feel just like O'Neal
And I ain't trippin', bout no high speed
Lil' Rekk, he got the wheel
Aye, dove up in that water
Head first like I was born with gills
Aye trappin' bad, I swear to God
Lil' bitch, I love my vacuum seal
Aye gettin' money
Staying up out the way, bitch
That's my f*ckin' skill
Aye tryna f*ckin' stack a meal
Go move my dukes up in the hills
Hey, bring a play, or stay away
Bro, he bussing' off two tens
He tryna put some shit away
Nigga tryna take his face
We ran down with Baby Drake
Got in that room
That nigga told
That nigga wrote an essay
Them 50 Boyz
Ain't come to play
And, when we pop out, it's a movie
Just like 50 shades of gray
He dis on gang
Them niggas gay
Tote that glizzy with precision
Bitch, I'm down to let it spray
Go put my trust up in some slugs
Because all these niggas really fake
Say what you want about Lil' Heart
Lil' bitch, I really made a way
Hey, bitch, I'm really out of the way
Bitch, I stay right to myself
Bitch, I stay right to myself
A free lil' bang by that scent we come through post up in the bricks
Oh yeah, he talkin' all that shit but he got hit up in his shit
Get on the beat wit no pen pad, bitch, I'm poppin' all my shit
He keep dissin' on the gang
Boy, you better go check that list
Was with lil we thuggin' bad, was hitting stains with counterfeit
If shit go wrong? I might do that shit again
You know lil' heart stand on that bizz
And, if I say it, that's what it is
I put that on my unborn kids
Play with the gang
Boy, we aiming at yo' lids
Or at yo' wig
Aye got some niggas in the 12, but we don't f*ck with no damn pigs
I'm bout my bills
Bitch, I feel like Stephon Diggs
Aye 3-5 in my blunt, lil' nigga
We don't smoke with no damn twigs
Aye run that money up so high
I'm just a nigga from the bricks
And one thing bout them 50 boys
Them niggas stay with hella sticks
When we pop out, we fly as hell
Bitch, we takin' all the flicks
Yeah, everything I rap about, I swear it's real
It ain't no script
Go slappin' 30 in my Glock
Lil' bitch, I feel just like O'Neal
And I ain't trippin', bout no high speed
Lil' Rekk, he got the wheel
Aye, dove up in that water
Head first like I was born with gills
Aye trappin' bad, I swear to God
Lil' bitch, I love my vacuum seal
Aye gettin' money
Staying up out the way, bitch
That's my f*ckin' skill
Aye tryna f*ckin' stack a meal
Go move my dukes up in the hills
Hey, bring a play, or stay away
Bro, he bussing' off two tens
He tryna put some shit away
Nigga tryna take his face
We ran down with Baby Drake
Got in that room
That nigga told
That nigga wrote an essay
Them 50 Boyz
Ain't come to play
And, when we pop out, it's a movie
Just like 50 shades of gray
He dis on gang
Them niggas gay
Tote that glizzy with precision
Bitch, I'm down to let it spray
Go put my trust up in some slugs
Because all these niggas really fake
Say what you want about Lil' Heart
Lil' bitch, I really made a way
Hey, bitch, I'm really out of the way
Bitch, I stay right to myself
Bitch, I stay right to myself
Writer: Heartless 50zz
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