​brandUn DeShay - We On! (feat. Mac Miller, Sir Michael Rocks) lyrics

I'm slicker this year, I'm sick of this year
Ain't gonna stop it
Come off this topic 'cause I'm
Sick of this here it's not even fall and I'm
Already sick of this year
These old fuckers is Warren Buffet
It's gettin' tickled with fear
Actin' obnoxious
You guys really wish you was here
I'm at the top
It's a load of bad bitches and beer
A few drinkers but it's lots of simpers
A few smokers with a box of Swishers
More than an ounce 'cause
It's lots of zippers
Like a Michael Jackson jacket
It's lots to have it the box of matches
Red stripe with the socks to match it
The type of talent that's harder
To find than Pac's assassin
We leave 'em sick
Leave 'em sick in a toxic fashion
Yo, we the shit, we the shit
They cannot imagine
The best way to compare the
Flow is a wave crashin'
They see Shay, they see Ye
It's the same passion
The ways to make you disappear
And it ain't magic

It's too hard to stop now
'Cause from the get-go
(Girl, make that ass drop down)
What you on the fence for?
(Diggy-diggy-diggy dan)
Put the money in my hand
You know the program, bitch, this the jam
I got 'em sayin', "We on" (We on, we on)
We on (On, on) , come on, come on (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (On, come on) , uh, uh
It's too hard to stop now
'Cause from the get-go
(Girl, make that ass drop down)
What you on the fence for?
(Diggy-diggy-diggy dan)
Put the money in my hand
You know the program, bitch, this the jam
I got 'em sayin', "We on" (We on, we on)
We on
(On, on) , come on, come on (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(On) , yeah, yeah (Come on) , yeah

Ayo, me and Mikey Rocks got you jumpin'
Like a pair of Nike Shox
Thinkin' out the box, leave 'em itchin'
Chickenpox
This is, shut your mouth, sit and watch
Shit I drop is atomic bombs
Leave 'em unconscious
Hoes be actin' pompous
But we know they want us
Last to leave the lab
Got a key so I can lock up
Forgot what we do this for
Rings like it's the Super Bowl
Kings of all things with the means
To do these beautiful groupie hoes
After doin' shows
How we use the road to explode
If you didn't, you should know
Super flows, I'm usin' those
Turn a rookie to a pro
Pussy muhfuckers straight smellin' like
A coochie ho
Yo, your bars are clever, ours are way better
Sharp cheddar mixed with mozzarella
Your beat's from Virgin, mine's from Vendetta
One good song, then you gone, we'll forget ya
Sugar to some Splenda, tender-ass heart
Feel bad for your slow ass
So here's a jump-start, hey
I be fuckin' with some hoes, freaks
Who suckin' on my toes, ha
You lookin' shy, girl
What's underneath them clothes?
I be fuckin' them like, "Woah, woah
Slow down 'fore you kill me, mac"
Leave her on her bed
All surprised her body still intact
This a fact, it's a wrap
Silly if you think it's wack
I just got a milly, yeah, for really
Got you feelin' bad (yeah, yeah)

It's too hard to stop now
'Cause from the get-go
(Girl, make that ass drop down)
What you on the fence for?
(Diggy-diggy-diggy dan)
Put the money in my hand
You know the program, bitch, this the jam
I got 'em sayin', "We on" (We on, we on)
We on (On, on) , come on, come on (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (On, come on) , uh, uh
It's too hard to stop now
'Cause from the get-go
(Girl, make that ass drop down)
What you on the fence for?
(Diggy-diggy-diggy dan)
Put the money in my hand
You know the program, bitch, this the jam
I got 'em sayin', "We on" (We on, we on)
We on
(On, on) , come on, come on (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(On) , yeah, yeah (Come on) , yeah