We On lyrics

[Intro]
Gold bottle affair
Triple A
Holiday Season
Menace, Ice

[Chorus: Dave East]
I can never ever switch my gang up
When you came from nothing hard to change up
My n*gga, we on
Champagne cases at my doorstep
I got classic sh*t, I ain't record yet
My n*gga, we on
Foreign take them police on a chase
One by one, I got my n*ggas til they straight, it's a race, we gone
Talking how you got it, we gon' see about it
Disrespect the family, they gon' read about it
We on

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Talking how they getting it, we gon' see
Paparazzi follow me, you cannot call, I'm out of reach
I can see, promise momma, sh*t I know she proud of me
I'm too high for this, it's quiet guess it's all this loud in me
Privacy, I pull up like I just hit the lottery
I could take they flow, they can't take mine, the greatest I could be like Ali
Let me get Cardi her flow back, mention my name and it's so packed
You taking pictures with n*ggas hating on me, watch what you say when you post that
From the Dirt Entertainment, check the name yea b*tch I own that
Your baby father trying to rap, I could sign that n*gga, tell him why I wrote that
Every bar I spit they quote that, I'm a living legend and they know that
I pull up like where's the smoke at, this for my n*ggas that sold packs
[Chorus: Dave East & Border Bucc]
I can never ever switch my gang up
When you came from nothing hard to change
My n*gga, we on
Champagne cases at my doorstep
I got classic sh*t, I ain't record yet
My n*gga, we on
Foreign take these police on a chase
One by one, got my n*ggas til they straight, it's a race, we gone
Talking how you got it, we gon' see about it
Disrespect the family, they gon' read about it Border
We on

[Verse 2: Border Bucc]
Holding my own, holding the chrome
Baby girl was steady blowing my phone, don't want these hoes
Baby let me get this paper straight, wasted time n*ggas love to hate
Thinking I'm on 1st Ave, East got me in another state
Suck me til her jaw lock, probably ran through her whole block
Never talking money, just some sh*t that they done heard about
Had the baking soda, I'm just hoping that this coke would drop
Off a Percocet, my Dyckman b*tch, she just love the sex
Wanna wait but first they hated cause they knew we next
Coke all up on my hands, all a n*gga ever knew was stress
Tell me what you in here for, tired of ducking [?]
Got it less than you get it for, couple products I'm clicking off
Go get it, they hate to see it, [?] here I got a reason
In the trench I got the demons, bring the b*tch I love to eat it
Ducked another court case, streets ain't giving up no breaks
Give a f*ck what them hoes say, this life gon bring the most hate cause
I could never switch up on my n*ggas, grab a pistol for my n*ggas
If I got it, they gon' get it, God willin'
I'm in it and I ain't making no pit stops
Ain't chasing no b*tch 'round, cook up and ditch the grams now
[Chorus: Dave East]
I can never ever switch my gang up
When you came from nothing hard to change
My n*gga, we on
Champagne cases at my doorstep
I got classic sh*t, I ain't record yet
My n*gga, we on
Foreign take these police on a chase
One by one, got my n*ggas til they straight, it's a race, we gone
Talking how you got it, we gon' see about it
Disrespect the family, they gon' read about it
We on