I’m On My sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah n*gga!
You already know I’m on my sh*t n*gga
The streets crazy right now
Huh, what the f*ck you gonna do?
(Swamp Mutha’f*ckin Izzo) (count up)

[Verse 1]
f*ck, f*ck the police cause they playing it dirty (yeah)
Locked up my whole clique, sh*t got me hurting (dirty)
I told plug, “You know I got you n*gga if it cost a mill.” (a ticket)
I’mma get my whole clique out; I put that on my kid (I got ya)
My lil cousin up, got a fifteen, paying for his appeal (you good)
Plus, I’m doing this all with no record deal (street running)
A couple of years ago I was in the county cuffs (the county jail)
Now I’m pulling up with bails on dump trucks (bricks, bricks)
If you’re turned down, n*gga I can turn you up (turn you up)
I drop my price everyday, n*gga I don’t give a f*ck! (jugg)
Everyday I’m making plays; eating bands for lunch (Freebandz)
The motor in the back; the trunk in the front (foreign)
My momma told me, “Son, you’re gambling with your life. (damn)
Leave the streets alone, sh*t ain’t right!
Your chances in the street just like shootin dice
At 7-Eleven n*gga, you could lose your life!”

[Interlude]
Yeah n*gga!
You better stay on your mutha’f*cking sh*t in the street n*gga
You already know Young Scooter n*gga
I’m on my mutha’f*cking street sh*t right now
...Count up!
[Verse 2]
The streets look at me now; I came a long way
From a three grand hundred, to them trucks of yay
I got so much money, I give that sh*t away
Bosses eat steak; you’re eating on paper plates
I just talked to my lawyer; I just beat a case
That’s good luck for the streets, I drop the price of yay
I’m plug-talking; I switch up numbers everyday
Every n*gga around me is getting paid...
Freebandz, that’s that sh*t a n*gga like
How you want your dough n*gga: tan or white?
I get them on a boat, n*gga overnight
Red, white, and blue, I’m about to take flight!