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on my own - waunny g lyrics

[chorus: wuanny g]
said i don’t really know how it’s gon’ go, why you think i been doin’ this sh*t on my own?
n*ggas say that they love you when they really dont, brodie callin’ from jail, better answer the phone
got on my sh*t, standin’ on business, a n*gga’ll die, you can say that i’m gone
and i don’t give a f*ck if you watched me go up, b*tch, i don’t wanna hear that ’cause i just wanna bone
get out my ear, i’m tryna focus, brodie watch out, let me get in my zone
when we lookin’ for opps, n*ggas not on they block, we gon’ park up and wait ’til you try to go home
been tryna chill, but n*ggas be on my d*ck, i don’t know why they carryin’ on
there ain’t one situation could say i did bad, been multiple times had to fl!ck on my own

[verse 1: wuanny g]
i let off the .5th, sh*t getting loud, i don’t care, there was legs, brodie shoot up the crowd
shot in the b*tt, sh*t gettin’ wild, said they give us the belt, but, i’m like, “how?”
more than fifteen ’cause that sh*t not enough, i got more than fifteen when i’m walkin’ around
we smoke 16, heard he died tryna go put the ball in the hoop, now that boy in the ground
they got me tight, bro bust a right, word to bro he was dead, he was there that night
come to my block thinkin’ you wavy at five in the mornin’, you gon’ be tight
i see the v, they tryna creep, n*gga, word to my dead, it ain’t even a light
i don’t wanna crash, but i just might, certain n*ggas i see, i don’t just wanna fight
so we don’t diss, so i ain’t dissin’, they gon’ think we did it when n*ggas go missin’
i was with bro smokin’ on*, they ain’t never do nothin’ and they know who k!lled ’em
speak on my mans, n*ggas gon’ feel it, that boy was a demon, you better not mix it
word to my dead i ain’t jackin’ a share, anybody i see i don’t like, i’ma cl!ck
all with the talkin’, i don’t wanna talk, b*tch, i’m back in the v, let’s play ball
i got my mans to go f*ck with some music, but f*ck all of that, n*gga, i wanna score
bro got them trippin’, he movin’ like kyrie, he do a side step, then n*ggas fall
if he throw up the f, make sure he hit the floor, n*ggas movin’ the, they be givin’ them all
[chorus: wuanny g]
but i don’t really know how it’s gon’ go, why you think i been doin’ this sh*t on my own?
n*ggas say that they love you when they really dont, brodie callin’ from jail, answer the phone
got on my sh*t, standin’ on business, a n*gga’ll die, you can say that i’m gone
and i don’t give a f*ck if you watched me go up, i don’t wanna hear that, i wanna bone
get out my ear, i’m tryna focus, brodie watch out, let me get in my zone
when we lookin’ for opps, they not on they block, we gon’ park up and wait ’til you try to go home
been tryna chill, but n*ggas be on my d*ck, i don’t know why they carryin’ on
there ain’t one situation could say i did bad, been multiple*, had to fl!ck on my own

[verse 2: coe wiki]
oh, they gunnin’ for free? b*bet, n*gga duckin’ the heat
only f*ckin’ with n*ggas who f*ckin’ with me, oh this b*tch wanna f*ck? so, i might gotta beat
they talkin’ hot, but they don’t wanna see, every time n*ggas meet, got ’em duckin’ the g
free munna too, word to bro, he a geek, there been plenty of times had to fl!ck on repeat
once i’m in bk, i’m with the hats, ain’t no mb love, n*ggas boom on the makk
lil quai tried to run and got turned to the dead, fazo was loafin’ and n*gga got wacked
glo ran and his body collapsed, n*ggas fl!cked on the makk, almost got up with fatz
we catch a jet, 48 ’em, that’s facts, once he fall for the trap, n*ggas back out the gat
get off my d*ck, i done emptied the clip, i done showed them who glitch when they came to my block
they mentioned sis and i threw me a fit, word to bro, like they knew somethin’ had to get shot
we was in harlem, yeah, they threw back, but they know the vibes, we was lettin’ sh*t flock
i had a tee on, face of the bronx, on feet with the guys, tryna bang on the wokk

- waunny g lyrics

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