On Point Or Not lyrics

[Intro]
(That's that gas, that global high)
Who want beef, like who want war? pus*y
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I been tryna dish it out, f*ck n*gga dissing ’bout it
Soon as I see him, send him bye, like boy, it ain't no hi
Why the hell you in the streets? I know you scared to die
I know you scared to dive inside that water, test it out, yeah
Yeah, I'm sorry mama, yeah, I know I stress you out, yeah
I don’t ride with homie, I don't know if he'll tell or not
This Call of Duty, I been blowing up like juggernaut
Who want war? Like point 'em out, who is you? On point or not

[Verse]
Catch him on his block, I tootsie roll him up
Ever since I tried to rap, I swear that I been going up, oh Lord
And got up out the streets, they turned a robber to a poеt
n*gga tried to rob young Xho, now ask what happened to thе boy
These boys been stepping on that sh*t, and they been dancing on that boy
I brought my weapon in this b*tch, don't even check me at the club
I been taking n*ggas down so I ain't never had a plug
And you better not drop a diss, can't wait to take a n*gga up
Yeah, I'll be outside, like who want smoke?
He died for speaking on the bro
This b*tch bad as hell, I might go f*ck this b*tch without the trojan
Spit it raw, I don’t need no trojan
n*gga pus*y cat, Doja
I don’t f*ck with [?] or the preacher in this b*tch, I'm holy
Cartier my wrist, it’s stolen
Send him up for speaking on it
Dissing who? Know we been on it
We gon' shoot but he ain posing
Put a whole M up for my son, that sh*t just for Xhosen
This sh*t crazy, before he was born, that young n*gga GOATed
Hell yeah, this coupe look like Batman
Make him disappear, I do that boy just like Sandman
I been staying away from features, sh*t, I don't f*ck with [?]
Yeah, if I go hit his block, I'm in the [?] damn, damn
Yeah, who want beef? I don’t f*ck with the ham, damn, damn
Yeah, chopper beat like I'm in the f*cking band, man
I just hit your ho, she all at home, I call it grand slam
f*ck it, get out there and hop in cars, the stolen new McLaren
Know the opps be having guns, but these n*ggas be sharing
Caught the boy down bad, he seen my face and then he ran
Dog gon' step on sh*t for what? n*gga, just because he can
Free my dog, free lil' Kell and free El Floppo out that can
Heard lil' Jon had just got out, so how did he go back again?
And soon as that hit got paid, I send my lawyer twenty grand
I was begging, I was pleading, asking for a second chance
These boys sheisty, they slimy, these boys Dirty Dan
[Interlude]
(That's that gas, that global high)
These boys Dirty Dan
[?]
Spin just because he can (On god)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I been tryna dish it out, f*ck n*gga dissing 'bout it
Soon as I see him, send him bye, like boy, it ain't no hi
Why the hell you in the streets? I know you scared to die
I know you scared to dive inside that water, test it out, yeah
Yeah, I'm sorry mama, yeah, I know I stress you out, yeah
I don't ride with homie, I don't know if he'll tell or not
This Call of Duty, I been blowing up like juggernaut
Who want war? Like point 'em out, who is you? On point or not