Текст песни
Rob Street suckas! BK to the world. Yo, it's Young Buck. Gucci Star. Ayy, Rob Street. Rob Every hood in America. Buck, Ayy, sorry for the wait, homie. Y'all know what it is. What the bag on the way. I'm on the trap shit. Now everybody and they mommas swear they trap, Bitch. I'm on the trap shit. You on the trap shit. I got my goons up on the corner and The trap big. I'm shit. You on the trap shit. Street, go. Now everybody they mommas swear they Trap, bitch. You on the trap shit. I got my goons up on the corner and The trap big. Yeah, This is for my niggas that be grinding, Grinding. All Money, money, head first, Behind it, behind it. Twenty point twinkle. I even got new needles for you niggas arms Looking like meatloaf. Not me though. My opp good like CeeLo. Yeah. Stay alert from them people. Yeah. got cameras all down my block, don't even Use the peep hole. No. I bought my mom A car, she said, "That don't look like my Regal." I put them doors on it, don't it Sound like it's Iggy Azalea? Me and my niggas young, cooking and splitting kilos. All right. And keep a bag of chips, and I ain't talking about Cheetos. I'm allergic to working hard, couldn't be no amigo. My plug. That's strange, 'cause my plug is amigo. Fideo. Napoleon was my role model growing up. And if a block bust open, then I'm trying To sew it up. Up. I'm on some trap shit-Yeah 'cause that's the Only way to get it. Yeah. if you fucking with it or if you Ever get it-Yeah, you know. I'm on the trap shit. You on the trap shit. Now everybody and they mommas swear they trap, Bitch. I'm on the trap shit. You on the trap shit. I got my goons up on the corner and The trap big. I'm on the trap shit. You on the trap shit. Now everybody and they mommas swear they trap, Bitch. I'm on the trap shit. You on the trap shit. I got my goons up on the corner and The trap big. Ayy. Party pack. I brought a party pack. The dope boys walked in and then DJ brought It back. Bam. One time for the one who really sell. Yeah, what? They see me every day. I'm But don't know where I stay. They can't get it. I told my dog I Got to have it all. Shining with this arm and hammer and this armor All. What? Let's celebrate if tomorrow is your court Date. Hold up, wait. Say BR. If you got a child support case. We in the projects, anything goes. Anything. Well, shawty out here pregnant, but she Still fighting these hoes. Damn. She still writing bad checks, still stealing Clothes. I'm still in the club balling, Spilling Rose. Rose. Say okay. Do anybody in here need a four way? I don't play. I'm whipping in the kitchen. It's right back to the trap soon as I Get out of prison. It's Young Buck. on the trap shit. You on the trap shit. Now everybody and they mommas swear they trap, Bitch. Dope dope girl. I'm the trap shit. You on the trap shit. I got my goons up on the corner and The trap big. Let's get trap shit. You on the trap shit. Now everybody and they mommas swear they bitch. I'm on the trap shit. You on the trap shit. One dope boy, one dope girl. I got my goons up on big. Uh, I'm on the corner like a street sign. Hoes used to ignore me, look how they jocking Me now. All right. Bitch, middle finger to them Dicks. Fuck grew up broke. I just wonder how it feels to be rich. You hear? Let me splurge in the Gucci shop. Chefs cooking for me and I was just cooking Rocks. If you ain't got no money, nigga, tell Me then what you got? All right. If you ain't doing shit, nigga, tell me then What's the plot? If I used the same passion That I do with trapping-Passion towards rapping, Lord knows what the fuck would happen. What's happening? Fact is, even back when I was A teen-Ooh you was dealing baseball cards, I was dealing fiends. Uh-huh. Now everybody wanna be a thug-All right And sell drugs. All right. I wish you little niggas luck. Huh. Stay buckled up. We get young thug with Nothing to fear is the most dangerous. Yeah, Give 'em a blunt and a beer. They entertaining. I'm on the trap shit. You on the trap shit. Now everybody and they mommas swear they trap, Bitch. I'm on the trap shit. You on the trap shit. I got my goons up on the corner and The trap big. I'm on the trap shit. You on the trap shit. Now everybody and they mommas swear they trap, Bitch. I'm on the trap shit. You on the trap shit. I got my goons up on the corner and The trap big. I'm on the trap shit. You on the trap shit. Now everybody and they mommas swear they bitch. Boy, dope girl. I'm trap You on the trap shit. I got my goons up on the corner and Big. Let's Ayy. I'm on the trap shit. You on the trap shit. Yeah. Now everybody and they mommas swear trap, Bitch. Dope I'm on the trap shit. You on the trap shit. One I got my goons up on the corner And the trap big. Ayy, hold me down while I'm gone, y'all.
Rob Street, Young Buck, 9th Ward Gucci — I'm on It
«I'm on It» — Rob Street, Young Buck, 9th Ward Gucci. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 4:44. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
