UnoTheActivist, RX PESO - On It lyrics
[UnoTheActivist, RX PESO - On It lyrics]
Number (N) ine on it rick Owen on it
Raf Simons on it undercover on it
Bitch, I been on it bloody O on it
Bloody Dior on it boy, who really on it?
Boy, who really on it?
Boy, who really on it?
Boy, who really on it?
Boy, who really on it?
I'm gon' call the shooter up and
You know he on it
I'm gon' call my shooter up and
You know he on it
All of my diamonds, they drippin' forreal
Why do your diamonds stay still?
Just told my diamonds to chill, wait
'cause it was way to hot in here
Said that I wanted the house on the hill
But spent the new house on my grill
UnoTheActivist sendin' out kills
Got these bitches in some heels
Now these bitches want a mill, um
It is too late, um fix your face, um
Move your cake, um
Lil' bitch you better make somethin' shake
Um down bad and I used to have to take some
All these bitches they won't
Leave like a rake
Number (N) ine, this a skull not a snake
She wonder why I got mufuckin'
Stars on my roof, ooh, this a Wraith
Number (N) ine on it rick Owen on it
Raf Simons on it undercover on it
Bitch, I been on it bloody O on it
Bloody Dior on it boy, who really on it?
Boy, who really on it?
Boy, who really on it?
Boy, who really on it?
Boy, who really on it?
I'm gon' call the shooter up and
You know he on it
I'm gon' call my shooter up and
You know he on it
You ain't really on it, I keep it on me
Your diamonds phony, I clean my pneumonia
That nine'll creepin' on ya
You know she leachin' on me
You new to this I been on it
You better go get some cake
I bought a new real estate
You thin on the ice, no skates
I'm sippin' on Act it's a rich taste
I put that lil' bitch in her place
You ain't really on it, I ain't ever lonely
I keep that ice outside my
Shirt so it's always sunny
And I stay chasin' all my cash
Always road runnin'
I keep that 30 on my hip
You know it's always on me
It's my world I keep a stick
You can call me DrugRich Tony
I keep that salsa in my
Kitchen I ain't never lonely
Number (N) ine on it rick Owen on it
Raf Simons on it undercover on it
Bitch, I been on it bloody O on it
Bloody Dior on it boy, who really on it?
Boy, who really on it?
Boy, who really on it?
Boy, who really on it?
Boy, who really on it?
I'm gon' call the shooter up and
You know he on it
I'm gon' call my shooter up and
You know he on it
Raf Simons on it undercover on it
Bitch, I been on it bloody O on it
Bloody Dior on it boy, who really on it?
Boy, who really on it?
Boy, who really on it?
Boy, who really on it?
Boy, who really on it?
I'm gon' call the shooter up and
You know he on it
I'm gon' call my shooter up and
You know he on it
All of my diamonds, they drippin' forreal
Why do your diamonds stay still?
Just told my diamonds to chill, wait
'cause it was way to hot in here
Said that I wanted the house on the hill
But spent the new house on my grill
UnoTheActivist sendin' out kills
Got these bitches in some heels
Now these bitches want a mill, um
It is too late, um fix your face, um
Move your cake, um
Lil' bitch you better make somethin' shake
Um down bad and I used to have to take some
All these bitches they won't
Leave like a rake
Number (N) ine, this a skull not a snake
She wonder why I got mufuckin'
Stars on my roof, ooh, this a Wraith
Number (N) ine on it rick Owen on it
Raf Simons on it undercover on it
Bitch, I been on it bloody O on it
Bloody Dior on it boy, who really on it?
Boy, who really on it?
Boy, who really on it?
Boy, who really on it?
Boy, who really on it?
I'm gon' call the shooter up and
You know he on it
I'm gon' call my shooter up and
You know he on it
You ain't really on it, I keep it on me
Your diamonds phony, I clean my pneumonia
That nine'll creepin' on ya
You know she leachin' on me
You new to this I been on it
You better go get some cake
I bought a new real estate
You thin on the ice, no skates
I'm sippin' on Act it's a rich taste
I put that lil' bitch in her place
You ain't really on it, I ain't ever lonely
I keep that ice outside my
Shirt so it's always sunny
And I stay chasin' all my cash
Always road runnin'
I keep that 30 on my hip
You know it's always on me
It's my world I keep a stick
You can call me DrugRich Tony
I keep that salsa in my
Kitchen I ain't never lonely
Number (N) ine on it rick Owen on it
Raf Simons on it undercover on it
Bitch, I been on it bloody O on it
Bloody Dior on it boy, who really on it?
Boy, who really on it?
Boy, who really on it?
Boy, who really on it?
Boy, who really on it?
I'm gon' call the shooter up and
You know he on it
I'm gon' call my shooter up and
You know he on it