Song: Lil 2z

Artist: On my own

On My Own - Lil 2z Lyrics


I sleep wit one eye open just like I’m Fetty
In somethin real fast- it’s gon be hard to catch it
Just left from the East I was fuckin lil Leslie
But just last week I was fuckin her bestie
Boy yo ass won’t eat if yo ass don’t work
Imma run this shit up and retire like Dirk
Got him mad at his bitch cause his ho tryna flirt
hehaahaahaaaa nigga had to flirt!
And it is what is nigga, fuck how you feelin
I’m still independent, just turned down a million
I just spent a band just to make me some merch and den went to the hood-
passed it out to the children,
got this shit out the mud,
ran it up to the ceilin’,
burnt off in a HEMI, banana I’m peelin’
I don’t give a fuck how these fuck niggas feelin’,
I do what I want, when I want, I be chillin’
I stuck wit my niggas like Ed, Edd, n Eddy
Put guap in my GPS- that’s where I’m headed,
No I’m not a scammer but I need my credit
and boy we can take it as far as you let it,
I like my chicken wing crispy and breaded
I’m gettin this bread nigga where is the jelly,
Three racks for the shoes nigga-
watch where you steppin’
I’m still rockin Forces I feel like I’m Nelly
AY!
I’m back in zone
This bitch keep on callin, won’t leave me alone,
I’m back on the woods I can’t stick to the cones, When I wanted that Benz I did that on my own,
gotta reup again I did that on my own,
when I wanted that Charger did that on my own
when I told sixteen I told Momma “I’m grown!”
At the click of a app niggas swear they the toughest, I’ll be the same nigga til I kick the bucket, them folks hit the door we gon eat it or flush it, no it ain’t no secret- I’m serving these nuggets
If I let this bitch bang, my ears gon rang
Every first of the month (??????????)
Finna shoot out to Houston and go talk to Dang,
I’m finna get chains for the whole damn gang!
If a nigga want smoke then it’s really no problem
We got all the trumps and I ain’t talkin Donald
Too raw with this shit but I still fuck wit condoms
You want it, I got it, meet me at McDonald’s,
When I bust the pack open you smell the aroma
This bitch say she creole,
She straight out the NOLA
The blunt got me burpin’ like I’m drinkin soda
Gotta stay to myself cause the game full of cobras

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