Calboy - On My Own lyrics

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, yeah, yeah hey, hey, hey, hey

Ayy, how many times I gotta say
I did this on my own?
My brodie slide, won't hesitate
He up that bitch, you gone (You gone)
I'm worrying 'bout many men, they innocent
I'm living wrong (Sheesh)
And I still been feeling dark
I talk to God when I'm alone
Bitch, we throw shots up (We throw shots up)
My bro get tactical
He send shots from the neck up
(From the neck up)
Bitch, I was piss poor, I got focused
Got my check up (Got my check up)
Spent 'least 'bout four racks
On East Street, bitch, I'm not regular
(For real)

I sent my line, you take too long to call
Then never mind
Eatin' in these streets, but not with me
You ain't no friend of mine (Ugh)
We was six deep with a half a ki'
Had to step on Caroline
Hangin' in these streets made me a beast
Made me embarrassed now
So fuck it, kill 'em all (Boom)
Ayy, I just ran up some blue
Strips tryna get 'em off (Tryna get 'em off)
Left the switch off in a new whip
Then I'm peeling off (Then I'm peeling off)
Said I kicked the cup, but I lied to her
I just sip it raw (Sip it raw)
Shawty in my bed with the savage on
Tryna rip it off (Rip it off)

All this sauce, all these drippy cars
(Drippy cars)
We get money and we stack it tall
(Stack it tall)
They say Calboy broke, ain't facts, at all
(Ain't facts, at all)
Ayy, we spot opps and whack 'em off

Ayy, how many times I gotta say
I did this on my own?
My brodie slide, won't hesitate
He up that bitch, you gone (You gone)
I'm worrying 'bout many men, they innocent
I'm living wrong (Sheesh)
And I still been feeling dark
I talk to God when I'm alone
Bitch, we throw shots up (We throw shots up)
My bro get tactical
He send shots from the neck up
(From the neck up)
Bitch, I was piss poor, I got focused
Got my check up (Got my check up)
Spent 'least 'bout four racks
On East Street, bitch, I'm not regular
(For real)

Yeah, niggas better think before they move
I roll with killers too (For real)
I just copped me a new big body
Just tryna go chop the roof (Skrrt)
Shawty dropping bodies, ain't think about
It, same guy that sold, he through (Damn)
We been on that gang shit for years, nigga
How you think the same shit new? (Ha)
Either be the victim or shoot
Live this life, then you gotta choose
(Choose)
Havin' nightmares in a pool of blood
I pray it don't come true (Sheesh)
And it's long live my troops
Heaven only knows what's soon
Tryna put your dog in a suit
I ain't tryna call no truce (Hey)

Uh, uh, we get money
Stack it tall and that's facts
(And that's facts)
Niggas wanna talk, let's play ball
Where they at? (Where they at? Where they
At? Where they at?)
Ayy, you say that's for sure, that's a fact
(That's a fact)
We gon' let it spray for my dog
You get stretched (Hey)

Ayy, how many times I gotta say
I did this on my own?
My brodie slide, won't hesitate
He up that bitch, you gone (You gone)
I'm worrying 'bout many men, they innocent
I'm living wrong (Sheesh)
And I still been feeling dark
I talk to God when I'm alone
Bitch, we throw shots up (We throw shots up)
My bro get tactical
He send shots from the neck up
(From the neck up)
Bitch, I was piss poor, I got focused
Got my check up (Got my check up)
Spent 'least 'bout four racks
On East Street, bitch, I'm not regular
(For real)

Spent 'least 'bout four racks
On East Street, bitch, I'm not regular
Spent 'least 'bout four racks
On East Street, bitch, I'm not regular
Damn, nigga, you wrong yeah, oh, oh, oh