We Been On lyrics

[Intro]
Adida Gang!

[Verse 1 - Young Stoney]
I got b*tches in my pictures, I got liquor in my liver
I'm on yo daddy's nerves with my di*k inside yo sister
Dreams come true, but b*tch I come first
I smoke weed till my lungs hurt
We counting bread and yo crumb burnt
I turn up and never unturnt
All the Ciroc shots got my feet walking all kinds of crooked
Spitting crazy like a wookie
Pop a molly like it's pus*y
I go hard and y'all all mushy
It ain't nothing but them Jars, Xanax bars got me walking on the motherf*cking stars
Pockets getting all too fat but I don't cut down on the starch
And no my name ain't water but I got yo b*tch all looking parched
Haha
What you talking bout? Adida Gang been on!
Yeah motherf*cker I told you. We been on
Adida Gang
AG

[Verse 2 - Yung Drey]
Yung Drey
Ahh!
Haha
Yeah
Yeah here we go again
It's the boy Drey and I got some new friends
A new day, New Era Click, yeah we in
Living so cray and I do it till the end
You got one b*tch, well I got about 10
I laugh at the name that she call your boyfriend
Got you dancing in my house when she not with him
Me and my n*gga Stoney, yeah we here for the win
Living that fast life on the beach
With the red and grey to the blue and green
Spitting on this track, yeah I'm too mean
Your girlfriend got me harder than a coral reef
I'm the new king, better drop to your knees
Bout to take over this TAMU-CC
New Era Click, N-E-C
Down by the seaside is where you'll find me
Ahh!
[Verse 3 - Young Stoney]
That's what's up Drey
We been on dog
Let me talk to these motherf*ckers again
Young Stoney AG
Starting to think that I go too hard
Gotta new home, need a new car
Roll it up, don't hold it up, if you got that lean, then po' it up
Drop that quad, pray to God, cause once I get in it, I leave it raw
I don't have a flaw, b*tch have the ball
Big D told me like "Dog they gon' remember us."
Shout out to Flacko and Young Rigarus
Can't forget about the homie LB Diamond f*cking OG
Back when I was in high school, man we would always blow tree
I said back when like it was 03 but that sh*t was only last year
Smoking in the mirror but my glass clear
No lies in my raps cause I've done did everything I said I did
New Busenitz fresher than the bread I get b*tch
Haha
Young Stoney
Time Alone 3
Last verse, got to go in on this sh*t
Yeah
2013
T-A-M-U-C-C
We repping for Texas boy
Ahh!
[Verse 4 - Young Stoney]
b*tch I ball like gay hoes
pus*y pink as Play-Doh
And she the rep the gang bro
Down here in the CC, but it ain't' nothing on Waco
Could drive my ass to Hewitt or maybe even out there to Bellmead
Guarantee you that I could show you every place they gon sell weed
And I did this sh*t for myself, there ain't no motherf*cker that help me
I'm staring at the truth, just so happens its a selfie
That real sh*t, that Will Smith
That I Am Legend, I kill sh*t
If you don't feel this, then your soul numb
I get money and tell her hold some
Not the mula, this million dollar di*k
If you ain't AG then don't even bother b*tch
Uh!