BabyTron, StanWill - Its On lyrics

Alright, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, it's on
It's on ayy

Granny mad as hell
She talking 'bout I buy too many clothes
Stan, I think we need a U-Haul, bro
It's too many phones
It's only two bands here
I'm thinking it's too many hoes
FedEx flagged the drop house
We sent too many loads
Think I got a problem, I don't think
I just pick my hoes
Dre stuck with some ice on
You would think he froze
Won't give my bitch a shit
Probably think I'm broke
Stan got a shot like Jell-O
Well I think I'm Zoe

We on Melrose tripping, buying everything


Dre big tripping in the Scat
He in every lane
DOBs, SSNs, we got every name
Dirty in the rental, we got sticks
We got Mary Jane ayy, ShittyBoyz up, told my
Boys, "We the shit, gang"
Pulled the pape' out
Left my jeans with some shit stains
Bitch irritating
I'm so glad that her Lyft came
Bitch, we play with Dracs like
We running through the 6, gang

We'll put the hoes on him 'cause
His brain in his dick, ayy
Bitch setting plays up, LJ
Came with the stick, ayy
You a stinky bum bitch with
A pocket full of lint, lame
New i8, I shift drift then I switch lane
Yeah, I'm skinny but the Glock'll
Put the muscle on you
Slime walking, Triple S
Nine hunnid with the bubbles on it
Bro'll sauce you up for that and
Put the mustard on you
I'm finna punch some Air Max just
So I can hover on 'em

Tron off the za
Got him higher than a space station
Bitch, I'm on the block with my
'rillas and my apes bathing
Gang pulled up with the monkey nuts
Had my apes blaze 'em doggy Superman
Saving hoes and he pape' saving
I'm with Tron, I'm with Dre, I'm with LJ
Swipe cards, scam grandmothers
I don't sell eights
Every nigga with me solid
They can't even spell "fake"
'Fore I hit him with it, ask the opps
"Can you spell 'Drac'?"

Adidas fanny pack
I pull it out and then I zap his ass
I can't even count how many fucking
Bags I dragged in Saks
Dunking on yo bitch, fuck around
Unlock my slasher badge
Put the valet in the boy
You bet not crash the Scat

Ain't a bodybuilder, got a Glocky
I'll finish you
I ain't smoking za, drip exotic
Check the tennis shoe
Bro'll rip it off yo neck if
He like the kit on you
ShittyBoyz, gang, gang, yeah
We'll shit on you

Way before Corona, gang and 'em
They had a mask collection
Two hunnid dollar plate, steak
And shrimp, no, i ain't anorexic
Sit the fuck down, lil' man
You will get slammed for stepping
I be dripping, ugh, boy
Yo fit ain't even half impressive
Fucked around and sent his mans to Heaven
He thought he was tired till that
New exotic Fanta met him

I just set the play for
Lil' bro, I just passed, he catched it
Had to buy some thousand dollar shoes
'cause my ass be stepping
But I'ma do the Yeezys
I don't eat no coochie
Told that bitch to make the coochie even
Jumped in the deep, now I splash
Finna do the fee
She must think I'm Rick James or something
She get super freaky

In LA, my cholo knock yo mans' sombrero off
Me and Stan Lewis and Clark
This habanero talk
They done spiked the punch with the Wock'
I can barely talk
My east side bitch be tripping
Glock got a pair of balls

Hit two freaky bitches in LA
Knocked down a pair of walls
Bro infatuated with the work
He tryna marry dog
Chop'll knock the mug right off his face
He bet not stare at all fuck Corona
Bro ain't masking up 'cause he
Don't care at all

Yeah, yeah, lil' bitch, yeah, yeah
Boy, you broke as hell, you
Got fired, do like Craig, yeah
'010, I was beating ass, hopping off pegs
Yeah 25K, five people, we in a jet, yeah

Big hammers on me, riding
'round with a sledge, yeah
Bitch, my allegiance to the
Bag, finna pledge, yeah
I'll up spirit if you push me to the edge
Yeah we can walk him down 'cause
The chop got a leg, yeah

Hopping in suburban, boy
I know you seen The Purge
Gang hopping on it, all they need is the word
I just left Saks like, damn, boy
I got some splurge
Pull my dick out 'cause I know
Yo bitch got the urge