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lirik lagu wat im on – semi homie

[intro: bagcha$inglo]
(yo hustle)
[?] know what i’m on, hey
hashtag, yeah

[chorus: bagcha$inglo]
now i’m back they wanna know what i’m on
you know what i’m on, n*gga i’m tryna bag something
you know what i’m on, n*gga i’m tryna go through
that sh*t sound cool but i ain’t hitting out no sun roof
walk down hit my man do that sh*t ’cause i got to
[?] b*tch*ass n*ggas keep bluffing like they bulletproof
you gon’ duck from the sound of that drac’ when i come through
i ain’t never stroffing i’m the wrong n*gga to run into
put a alias b*tch on his line we got him
blind side crack him he don’t even know who shot him
i’m beefing like sh*t if he stare then i’ma crack him
i be kirking off them rp’s f*ck her for hours
lil’ b*tch keep telling me put down the perc’s
i’m on point with this glizzy you gotta stay alert
these n*ggas ain’t even shoot their gun ’til the first
hot drills in this glizzy i’m making it burst

[verse 1: semi homie]
cuz want me to put a switch on my twenty make it sound like a drac’
street n*gga i’m mixing amiri with bape
b*tch this saint laurent 1200 a sweater
i’m f*cking his baby mother, she say i make her wetter
got that sh*t in the safe this sh*t looking like a [?]
she asked if i’m off a perc’ i said “b*tch what you think?”
we be taking down sh*t that sh*t true that you heard
was about to cl!ck at that b*tch she got on my last nerve
i’m with spike lil’ cuz don’t say too many words
i got ’em figured out, they’re showing that fake love
ask the men, i came a long way from a hundred dubs
i’m walking with fifteen racks just because
5k on my fit spent that sh*t ’cause i wanted to
you better mind your business or we sn*tch your chain too
iso a n*gga his energy different
i isod his b*tch and we f*cked for 500 minutes
he was bragging ’bout shootings and ain’t even hit sh*t
[?] move for a hundred racks me and bro [?]
bro just called my phone, he was holding a n*gga hostage (hey trale)
i f*cked on her friend she say “homie, you so [?]”
they ask what i [?], i told ’em i’m an artist slash robber
i hate picking between my g30 and my g20
his first time touching a twenty was in 2020
how is you making a diss song and you ain’t never did nothing?
[chorus: bagcha$inglo]
now i’m back they wanna know what i’m on
you know what i’m on, n*gga i’m tryna bag something
you know what i’m on, n*gga i’m tryna go through
that sh*t sound cool but i ain’t hitting out no sun roof
walk down hit my man do that sh*t ’cause i got to
[?] b*tch*ass n*ggas keep bluffing like they bulletproof
you gon’ duck from the sound of that drac’ when i come through
i ain’t never stroffing i’m the wrong n*gga to run into
put a alias b*tch on his line we got him
blind side crack him he don’t even know who shot him
i’m beefing like sh*t if he stare then i’ma crack him
i be kirking off them rp’s f*ck her for hours
lil’ b*tch keep telling me put down the perc’s
i’m on point with this glizzy you gotta stay alert
these n*ggas ain’t even shoot their gun ’til the first
hot drills in this glizzy i’m making it burst

[verse 2: bagcha$inglo]
forever high class i got this sh*t tatted
d*ckriding them b*tch*ass n*ggas we bagged ’em
the crazy part is they ain’t do sh*t yet
put a b*tch on his line he was sweet for that car
don’t diss you gon’ get a reaction
only reaction you get is this drac’ flash
bagging these n*ggas with no mask, we really on that
ten*milli’ knock off his ball cap
we really into it so we robbing sh*t through the city
got a whole lot of shots, you cannot get with us
tryna hashtag his ass i ain’t tryna leave him crippled
i could teach you to set up a move sh*t simple
this b*tch act stupid she make it seem [?]
this n*gga keep getting bagged what the f*ck sh*t [?]
if you like bagging n*ggas you feel me
reach for your iron on this move i’ma k!ll you
[chorus: bagcha$inglo]
now i’m back they wanna know what i’m on
you know what i’m on, n*gga i’m tryna bag something
you know what i’m on, n*gga i’m tryna go through (yeah)
that sh*t sound cool but i ain’t hitting out no sun roof
walk down hit my man do that sh*t ’cause i got to
[?] b*tch*ass n*ggas keep bluffing like they bulletproof
you gon’ duck from the sound of that drac’ when i come through
i ain’t never stroffing i’m the wrong n*gga to run into
put a alias b*tch on his line we got him
blind side crack him he don’t even know who shot him
i’m beefing like sh*t if he stare then i’ma crack him
i be kirking off them rp’s f*ck her for hours
lil’ b*tch keep telling me put down the perc’s
i’m on point with this glizzy you gotta stay alert
these n*ggas ain’t even shoot their gun ’til the first
hot drills in this glizzy i’m making it burst

- semi homie

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