We on (my own d*ck) (feat. dizzy wright, pounds) lyrics

Came up from that gutter now we on, b*tch
Moved out my mama's house and got my own sh*t
f*ck these n*ggas hatin', I'm on my own di*k
Please don't blow my high I'm in my zone, b*tch
Remember when they said I wouldn't make it
Now we get this guap, these n*ggas hatin'
Came up from the gutter now we on, b*tch
f*ck these n*ggas hatin', I'm on my own di*k

Codeine, soda pop, pour it up, sip it
Good afternoon, ho, Jarren back up in them b*tches
Dope boy still whippin' crack in the kitchen
n*gga hungry, don't know how to act in this condition
Pray to God, he don't leave us trapped in this position
Drop a mixtape, then I hope these n*ggas listen
Faggot A&R with the damn criticism
I'm a f*cking beast b*tch this a damn lyricism
I'll slaughter you n*ggas
Get the DNA, f*ck around and father you n*ggas
FV we don't want a part of you n*ggas
No bath salts but I'll eat the heart of you n*ggas
I'm appalled at, you n*ggas
If I ain't the sh*t tell me what you call this, you n*ggas
I'm Illuminati, I don't get involved with thesen*ggas
f*ck around with Mr. Benton and you all get disfigured
Shoutout to my chop, A-town, b*tch, come to my block
East side n*gga, never hung around cops
All eyes on me like I hung around Pac
Best day she gon lick the c*m from my c*ck
Pow! Hit a n*gga with the gun in my sock
I'm high as hell, Dizzy, what'd you put in my pot?
FV 2013, b*tch I won't stop
Came up from that gutter now we on, b*tch
Moved out my mama's house and got my own sh*t
f*ck these n*ggas hatin', I'm on my own di*k
Please don't blow my high I'm in my zone, b*tch
Remember when they said I wouldn't make it
Now we get this guap, these n*ggas hatin'
Came up from the gutter now we on, b*tch
f*ck these n*ggas hatin', I'm on my own di*k
Who's the hottest in the game comin' with it?
Dizzy Wright looking nice on the low-low
Solo Dolo was the hit
You gotta admit, if I ain't the sh*t, what is this?
Last year, you wanna know what you missed?
Everything that got me up on the list
22, but all these grown b*tches feeling a n*gga
I don't talk about it if it don't exists
n*ggas wanna get on but I'm a long way from going home
Going hard 'til the day that I'm old
While I'm on sh*t, I'm cross-fitted in Vegas
Sipping this Honey Jack sh*t 'til it's gone
Everybody wanna kick it in the V.I.P. with Jarren Benton and the D-I-Z
See I'mma be this way 'til I motherf*cking D-I-E
She wanna party? That's cool, but let me see ID
Cause we outchea, with the rappin'
Stunting is a habit but it's fashion
I understand that a young n*gga doing his thing
But I ain't f*cking with the young ratchets
In there
Yeah you think you're cool, but I been there
You been wack, I'm angry like a n*gga tryna get his kids back
Heads spinning, I'mma kick back
I ain't gon' trip, yeah I'mma get it in and then dipset!
Came up from that gutter now we on, b*tch
Moved out my mama's house and got my own sh*t
f*ck these n*ggas hatin', I'm on my own di*k
Please don't blow my high I'm in my zone, b*tch
Remember when they said I wouldn't make it
Now we get this guap, these n*ggas hatin'
Came up from the gutter now we on, b*tch
f*ck these n*ggas hatin', I'm on my own di*k