On em

Lil Mosey

Oh man it's the I had to run up a check on em, a check on em Had to put ice on to flex on em, flex on em Poured up a four that Tek on em The Tek on em Had put ice direct on em, direct on em I had to run up a check on em, a check on em I had to run up a check on em, a check on em I had to run up a check on em, a check on em I had to run up a check on em, a check on em Ay, switch lanes on these bitches Niggas always flexin’ See me ride around the city in a black Lexus I got bitches different cities Lovin’ me in Texas new crib every city I ain’t fuck that bitch relaxin' Don’t do it too, they say "Don’t do it too" Imagine you stay on your ground And prove it too don’t switch up on em If they cost you a room bread then You break the rich on em i never swich on em Ay, I’m wit’ a gang, yo wit’ a gang Ay, whole team flexin’ We been flexin’ diamond Range Ay, I’m jus’ on my Glock I been winnin’ thot, ay Thank you for the blessings I be gettin’ on the top i pull it overturn I’m backin’ it when it turn I seen my shit take off And they lovin’ every hour yeah, yeah Ay, I had to run it up one time I be with my gang so you can get it any time I had to run up a check on em, a check on em Had to put ice on to flex on em, flex on em Poured up a four that Tek on em The Tek on em Had put ice direct on em, direct on em I had to run up a check on em, a check on em I had to run up a check on em, a check on em I had to run up a check on em, a check on em I had to run up a check on em, a check on em Now they go and grindin’ full minute But I’m back now Ain’t no one inside, I’m askin’, "Niggas Where they at now?" got it on my own ‘coz nobody spendin’ max dough You was ‘posed to come with nigga Toby on my back now Imma cop a new chain on, yeah Might go hit a new stain on, yeah Might pull up like Gucci Mane on, yeah Might get bread like that, ayy, yeah Yeah, swear these niggas wood on they say Yeah only talkin’ beef but harder than that We ain’t in the air you now know that, yeah Bitch you why you partyin’, in some that Yeah I need a blue jeans Your bitch she on me put that shit in ‘60 Like I’m fuckin’ so deep Bitch you don’t know me i’m on my own thing I don’t fuck with Judah Swear I’m fuckin swervin’ I had to run up a check on em, a check on em Had to put ice on to flex on em, flex on em Poured up a four that Tek on em The Tek on em Had put ice direct on em, direct on em I had to run up a check on em, a check on em I had to run up a check on em, a check on em I had to run up a check on em, a check on em I had to run up a check on em, a check on em

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