Tyga - On Me lyrics
Tyga [Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tyga - On Me lyrics]
Ayy, shut the fuck up, bitch
You know who I are (Bitch)
Point blank range
And I'm shootin' for the stars (Blah)
You niggas subpar and I just raised the bar
(yeah) you got Rollies on your wrist
(Hah) , this is Chopard (Ice)
Slide on your block like a fuckin' go-kart
(Skrrt) my nigga A&R, still got an AR (Baow)
Bitches wanna kick it like my name Neymar
(Hah) she wanna be my first
Bitch couldn't get a yard (yeah)
Stay back
(yeah) , where the fuckin' antennas at
Broke niggas always askin' where
The liquor at (yeah)
Hella tats
But I ain't into goin' tit for tat (Nah)
Fitted hat, to the back, fuck her, no cap
This ain't freeze tag, you play
I'm gon' react my hoes work
Bitches know I put 'em on the map
These bitches wanna suck it like a Similac
I did what I does and we fucked
I don't take it back
Don't bring that bullshit around me
('Round me)
I got the ice and the pack on me (On me)
Like an eyepatch, one of you gon' see
(You gon' see)
All you niggas ain't schemin' on me (On me)
I got a Benz and a Bimmer on me (On me)
Got the blow and the heater on me (On me)
Got a Spanish bitch suckin' on me (On me)
Nigga, and I put that on me (On me)
Bad bitch fuckin' on me, homie
I'm with two hoes that I call one and only
One ratchet, one bougie
You can call 'em R&B
One blunt in between two fingers, world peace
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm up there somewhere
Hell yeah, fuck yeah, fresh air, what smell?
Long hair, don't care, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah you can get shot there and there
And there and there and there
Play it fair, fuck fair, it's unfair
Hell yeah
I was 12, rich as hell, welfare farewell
I done got too big, now the world is handheld
I done broke a whole desert
Down to a sand drill
Yeah, it's on me and what it's gon' be?
It's gon' be money over bitches
Not the homies
It's gon' be money over bitches
Not the halo and if it's on me
Then we okay and that's a KO mula, Tunechi
Don't bring that bullshit around me
('Round me)
I got the ice and the pack on me (On me)
Like an eyepatch, one of you gon' see
(You gon' see)
All you niggas ain't schemin' on me (On me)
I got a Benz and a Bimmer on me (On me)
Got the blow and the heater on me (On me)
Got a Spanish bitch suckin' on me (On me)
Nigga, and I put that on me (On me)
Tyga, Tunechi mula, baby (Baby)
Mu-Mula, baby
Tyga is an inspiration
You know what I'm sayin'?
It be a lot of clone ass niggas and shit
This nigga's original
He's the first nigga to fuck
With a Mustard beat, all this shit
I fuck with this nigga for life
This that real king shit
See y'all recognize when y'all in the
Presence of a king, a don, all this shit
Like it's very few niggas that
Inspire me, my nigga, period
You know who I are (Bitch)
Point blank range
And I'm shootin' for the stars (Blah)
You niggas subpar and I just raised the bar
(yeah) you got Rollies on your wrist
(Hah) , this is Chopard (Ice)
Slide on your block like a fuckin' go-kart
(Skrrt) my nigga A&R, still got an AR (Baow)
Bitches wanna kick it like my name Neymar
(Hah) she wanna be my first
Bitch couldn't get a yard (yeah)
Stay back
(yeah) , where the fuckin' antennas at
Broke niggas always askin' where
The liquor at (yeah)
Hella tats
But I ain't into goin' tit for tat (Nah)
Fitted hat, to the back, fuck her, no cap
This ain't freeze tag, you play
I'm gon' react my hoes work
Bitches know I put 'em on the map
These bitches wanna suck it like a Similac
I did what I does and we fucked
I don't take it back
Don't bring that bullshit around me
('Round me)
I got the ice and the pack on me (On me)
Like an eyepatch, one of you gon' see
(You gon' see)
All you niggas ain't schemin' on me (On me)
I got a Benz and a Bimmer on me (On me)
Got the blow and the heater on me (On me)
Got a Spanish bitch suckin' on me (On me)
Nigga, and I put that on me (On me)
Bad bitch fuckin' on me, homie
I'm with two hoes that I call one and only
One ratchet, one bougie
You can call 'em R&B
One blunt in between two fingers, world peace
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm up there somewhere
Hell yeah, fuck yeah, fresh air, what smell?
Long hair, don't care, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah you can get shot there and there
And there and there and there
Play it fair, fuck fair, it's unfair
Hell yeah
I was 12, rich as hell, welfare farewell
I done got too big, now the world is handheld
I done broke a whole desert
Down to a sand drill
Yeah, it's on me and what it's gon' be?
It's gon' be money over bitches
Not the homies
It's gon' be money over bitches
Not the halo and if it's on me
Then we okay and that's a KO mula, Tunechi
Don't bring that bullshit around me
('Round me)
I got the ice and the pack on me (On me)
Like an eyepatch, one of you gon' see
(You gon' see)
All you niggas ain't schemin' on me (On me)
I got a Benz and a Bimmer on me (On me)
Got the blow and the heater on me (On me)
Got a Spanish bitch suckin' on me (On me)
Nigga, and I put that on me (On me)
Tyga, Tunechi mula, baby (Baby)
Mu-Mula, baby
Tyga is an inspiration
You know what I'm sayin'?
It be a lot of clone ass niggas and shit
This nigga's original
He's the first nigga to fuck
With a Mustard beat, all this shit
I fuck with this nigga for life
This that real king shit
See y'all recognize when y'all in the
Presence of a king, a don, all this shit
Like it's very few niggas that
Inspire me, my nigga, period