Been On (feat. Devour)

AK47 Boyz...

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Okay, I'm vibing in the studio off Henny and Patrón

And I'm turnt up, my brother just came home

Police pulled me over, asking questions, I don't know 'em

But when one come home and another one go

But they mad 'cause I'm on (guess they mad 'cause I'm on now)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

But they mad 'cause I'm on (guess they mad 'cause I'm on now)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

But they mad 'cause I'm on (guess they mad 'cause I'm on now)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

But they mad 'cause I'm on (guess they mad 'cause I'm on now)

Yeah, they mad 'cause I'm on, yeah

I got 'em mad 'cause I'm on

Bitches pullin' up and I ain't send no invitation (nah)

Different type of hustles, I got different occupations

Understand what I been on, I was with my hood on

I did it by myself, I had to press 'em to get put on

I press 'em for a put on, they pressin' for a lot of shit

I know his baby mama, she can take a lot of dick

In the field with my goonies, really poppin' shit

I stay in touch with money, you can say I wallet shit

I need another ace, I told my lil' bitch to pull up (what?)

You know the Tiny Devils ain't afraid to throw they hood up (what?)

Some hoes up in LA, I got some hoes up in the valley (what?)

Bitch, I been balling, enemies, they can't stand me

I don't play that

Where you're from, say that

Know where your mama stay at

Send shooters where you lay at

My pockets, hah, they fat

They see me up, they hate that

But I'ma keep grinding

Boy, to shine, you can't take that, pussy

But they mad 'cause I'm on (they mad 'cause I'm on now)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

But they mad 'cause I'm on (they mad 'cause I'm on now)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

But they mad 'cause I'm on (they mad 'cause I'm on now)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

But they mad 'cause I'm on, yeah

They mad 'cause I'm on, yeah

I got 'em mad 'cause I'm on

I got a thirty clip and it's full equipped, yeah

A hundred thousand on my neck and on my wrist, yeah

I'm probably blowing smoke with a stripper bitch, yeah

I been a motherfucking G ever since, yeah

I got some G's that'll really get you hit (yeah)

If they get caught for it, you know they ain't sayin' shit (yeah)

I'll take the diamonds from your neck and your wrist

Then go sell 'em in the hood and buy burners with your shit, boy

I ain't trippin' on that dumb shit, I ain't trippin' on them haters

He saw me pull up but I ain't pull up with that scraper

Shout out to my homie Swift, this for Baby Gangsta (yeah)

I don't like these rappers

I don't hear 'em, what you sayin'? (I don't really like 'em)

Shit, we doin' shout outs? Well, I don't have none

'Cause only very few were there when I ain't have none

Yeah, a big shout out to myself

'Cause when I'm laying in the casket, I'ma be by myself, boy

But they mad 'cause I'm on (they mad 'cause I'm on now)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

But they mad 'cause I'm on (they mad 'cause I'm on now)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

But they mad 'cause I'm on (they mad 'cause I'm on now, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

But they mad 'cause I'm on, yeah

They mad 'cause I'm on, yeah

I got 'em mad 'cause I'm on