ON MY HIP

I just pull up on ghost and they said I'm spooky

You know I'm a thug, I'm clutchin' my tooly

Don't fuck with these niggas 'cause they really groupies

You get in my way and you know I'ma shoot it

Perc' in my system, I'm high as a plane

It's numb in my feelings and numb in my pain

Same nigga from the trenches, you know I can't change

When I up it, I'm shootin', I'm bustin' his brain, yeah

Ran up my money and ran up my guap

Made a oath to myself that I won't punch the clock

We trappin' narcotics with dope in our socks

We servin' up fiends, we givin' them rocks

You know that I'm shootin', I'm bustin' his noggin

I was up in the school with the Glock in my pocket

Ain't no hesitation, you know I'ma pop it

I'ma dump the whole clip 'til I see that he dropped it

I'm thankin' the Lord that I blew up

Back up in them days I was brewster

Every day a nigga used to screw her

Had a talk with myself that I had to do better

I got on my grind then I ran up my cheddar

Every time that I sleep, my Glock in my dresser

Put my trust in these bullets, you know I'ma stretch 'em

I hopped in a steamer then scooped me a thot

They say I'm the devil because I be hot

I don't trust a nigga because they gon' plot

This is not food, it's dope in our pot

I hit up my nigga, I got me a play

I was down on my ass, had to make some' shake

I was starvin', no food on my plate

Now I'm stackin' up chips like Frito Lay

I came in the game with my foot on the pedal

If I catch me a charge, then I'm goin' federal

I'm gone off these drugs, I'm poppin' that medical

Bitch nigga move wrong, grrr, turn yo' ass to a vegetable

I was gon' blow, I kept on tellin' you

They callin' my phone, I'm blockin' they cellular

I'm the king of this shit, you know I'm not regular

I'm booked up every week in my schedule

Huh?

Turned to the max

If a nigga move wrong then I'ma shoot him in the back, yeah, yeah

NLE, Top Shotta, Choppa

Huh?

The Don, Don, Don Dada

Came in the party, this Glock on my hip

When I, up it he dip

Hit his ass with this tip

Through his body they rip

His soul go limp

Got shot in the head, it knock off his lip

You poured up a Four, I poured up a fifth

I'm countin' up blues like I was a Crip

Can't get in my water unless you a ship

And don't try to rob, this Glock on my hip, yeah