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on bro - vonsteez lyrics

[chorus]
i get the bag and hop in a ghost
i’m moving too fast, i don’t know how to slow
these f*ck n*ggas mad ‘cause i’m finna blow
no, the whip don’t lag, i just let it float
now i’m finna lash out, i don’t crash out
i’ll put it on a track and then flow
my young n*gga spaz, he don’t leave the mag out
he gon’ c*ck it back and let it blow
i run up the bag, n*gga, that’s on bro
live too fast so the whip on go
count my cash and the wrist on froze
i gotta blast, yeah, i’m on the road
i run up the bag, n*gga, that’s on bro
live too fast so the whip on go
count my cash and the wrist on froze
i gotta blast, yeah, i’m on the road

[verse]
mr. morale, n*gga, i’m the big stepper
like dot, b*tch, i’m a new level
my watch flooded with a new bezel
cali coming back, sh*t, i tried to tell ‘еm
they been sleepin’ on me, i been under*stеpping
now i’m stepping up and i ain’t backing down
n*ggas thought they had it, now i’m cracking down on ‘em
k!lling these rappers and packing them out, on the real
i done ran it up, i was tryna chill
f*ck it, i ain’t done til i hit a mil
now i’m finna turn it up real spill, n*gga
i don’t give a f*ck how you feel
b*tch, i got a fat knot and my bills paid, now i’m really tryna get a deal
working nine to five cool, but i’m tryna move the fam in a mansion on the hills
n*gga, this my sh*t
i’m remotivated and my mind different
lost friends and fell off the grind
had to see the bigger pic like a wide lens
i got a down b*tch, she the right fit
she a ten, never need a side b*tch
but we still getting lit, type sh*t
born a broke n*gga, i’mma die rich
i’m the top hat, not a sidekick
and that big stick got a slight kickback, at the crib on some light sh*t
if the hoes wanna have fun, we can turn it to a party on some hype sh*t, you ain’t really with it, you just type sh*t
b*tch, i’m in the bity with my n*gga ski, we on a opp block tryna strike sh*t
i’m getting money, i ain’t tryna fight
i ain’t catching anything but a flight
i ain’t doing anything out of spite
diamond on the pinky ring, see the light shine
b*tch, i’m locked in for a lifetime
working from the morning to the nighttime
real n*gga, i don’t need a lifeline
f*ck the right time, b*tch, it’s my time
[chorus]
i get the bag and hop in a ghost
i’m moving too fast, i don’t know how to slow
these f*ck n*ggas mad ‘cause i’m finna blow
no, the whip don’t lag, i just let it float
now i’m finna lash out, i don’t crash out
i’ll put it on a track and then flow
my young n*gga spaz, he don’t leave the mag out
he gon’ c*ck it back and let it blow
i run up the bag, n*gga, that’s on bro
live too fast so the whip on go
count my cash and the wrist on froze
i gotta blast, yeah, i’m on the road
i run up the bag, n*gga, that’s on bro
live too fast so the whip on go
count my cash and the wrist on froze
i gotta blast, yeah, i’m on the road

[outro]
you’re not that guy, pal, trust me
you’re not that guy

- vonsteez lyrics

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