Soulja Boy - I'm on It lyrics
[Soulja Boy - I'm on It lyrics]
Uh, aye yeah, yeah
(Audio Cartel shit, baby, yeah)
(Desro) soulja
S-O-D-N-G (Konomi)
You already know, man, we got the stacks
Headed to the bag, get the fuck out my way
You don't want it
I'm stackin' that cash up every day (yeah)
Nigga headed to the bag, you know I'm on it
And fuck all that shit that
They talkin' bout, uh, yo, my mind on it
Walk up in the club with the racks on me
Nigga you already know that the draco on it
(I'm on it)
Soulja, I'm most wanted
I got that back I ain't even try to flunk it
You know that them racks is on
Me, gettin' to the cash, yeah
Pull up long digit dash
Yeah, I got them racks on
Me and they gotta spaz
I'm in the trap beat the pot
And I heat the glass
Me and Andre go high on the Peter Pan
Let that draco, make it scream
Like my biggest fan follow my heart
Pick 'em up like an Easter Egg double cup
Ride with a stick shoot a 223
Might pop out the cut with a
Copper that stick on me
It's like a bomb, like we hit the lottery
Hop out the cut, all of that guap on me
223 bullets will knock out a artery
Big draco, nigga ain't excepting apologies
(skrrt, gang)
Headed to the bag, get the fuck out my way
You don't want it
I'm stackin' that cash up every day (yeah)
Nigga headed to the bag, you know I'm on it
And fuck all that shit that
They talkin' bout, uh, yo, my mind on it
Walk up in the club with the racks on me
Nigga you already know that the draco on it
Pop-out with a hundred
Pop-out with a hundred-fourty
Racks on me, racks on me, yeah (racks on me)
(Audio Cartel shit, baby, yeah)
(Desro) soulja
S-O-D-N-G (Konomi)
You already know, man, we got the stacks
Headed to the bag, get the fuck out my way
You don't want it
I'm stackin' that cash up every day (yeah)
Nigga headed to the bag, you know I'm on it
And fuck all that shit that
They talkin' bout, uh, yo, my mind on it
Walk up in the club with the racks on me
Nigga you already know that the draco on it
(I'm on it)
Soulja, I'm most wanted
I got that back I ain't even try to flunk it
You know that them racks is on
Me, gettin' to the cash, yeah
Pull up long digit dash
Yeah, I got them racks on
Me and they gotta spaz
I'm in the trap beat the pot
And I heat the glass
Me and Andre go high on the Peter Pan
Let that draco, make it scream
Like my biggest fan follow my heart
Pick 'em up like an Easter Egg double cup
Ride with a stick shoot a 223
Might pop out the cut with a
Copper that stick on me
It's like a bomb, like we hit the lottery
Hop out the cut, all of that guap on me
223 bullets will knock out a artery
Big draco, nigga ain't excepting apologies
(skrrt, gang)
Headed to the bag, get the fuck out my way
You don't want it
I'm stackin' that cash up every day (yeah)
Nigga headed to the bag, you know I'm on it
And fuck all that shit that
They talkin' bout, uh, yo, my mind on it
Walk up in the club with the racks on me
Nigga you already know that the draco on it
Pop-out with a hundred
Pop-out with a hundred-fourty
Racks on me, racks on me, yeah (racks on me)