Vince Ash - On N’ On testo (lyrics)
[Vince Ash - On N’ On testo lyrics]
From the womb to the tomb
So it's safe to assume
You wanna test and see what's next? You'll
See your loved ones soon
The east side of the tracks
219 where it's at you wanna ask about Ash
Who put the region on the map
Live my life as a G 'til
They place me in a plot
Only true question is
Is you down for me or not?
Pray my foes get exposed that
Lay closest to my heart
And every shot up out this barrel
Hit my target when it spark
None other than the babyface, black flag
Nickel plate nine to your spine
Realize we ain't come to play
Blue or black flaggin' it
Beans in the cabinet bleach for the dishes
Ain't no fuckin' with my kitchen
Made cakes outta crumbs
I'm my mama youngest son
Still a boss amongst bosses
You can't tell me I ain't the one
Who they checkin' on
They lookin for and who they tryna be
Been that way before, the folk bangin' L
Screaming over east
Solidified, I figure I'm reaping
All the benefit's sowed piece it together
You wasn't cut from this mold
Deuce bigger, countin' figures
It just tear you apart
It's in your eyes and in your tone
Could see the bitch in your heart
So if it's on then it's on
We ready and willing
Vinyl gloves and ski masks
Ain't gotta ask what the mission
Need everything up out them pockets
'cause it's never enough
Niggas know me, on my homie
Ain't gotta say too much
So if it's on then it's on
We ready and willing
Vinyl gloves and ski masks
Ain't gotta ask what the mission
Need everything up out them pockets
'cause it's never enough
Niggas know me, on my homie
Ain't gotta say too much
Starting route to 1022 Moss Street
You end up fuckin' that bitch aunt sister?
Tsk, man, I fuck the bitch
Sister, the bitch's auntie, tT
All that shit, you know I'm flaugin'
Vince, what you been on, though, bro?
Shit, what's good, G? I can't even call it
Ha, shit, just came by to check on you bro
Shit, I heard you had the whole SWAT
Team lookin' for your ass last night
Motherfuckers said you had, like, three
State troopers, a helicopter
Niggas with gas masks and shit
Bitches hittin' my line, "Free
Ash, oh my God, free him"
"Free him" so what happened, bro?
So it's safe to assume
You wanna test and see what's next? You'll
See your loved ones soon
The east side of the tracks
219 where it's at you wanna ask about Ash
Who put the region on the map
Live my life as a G 'til
They place me in a plot
Only true question is
Is you down for me or not?
Pray my foes get exposed that
Lay closest to my heart
And every shot up out this barrel
Hit my target when it spark
None other than the babyface, black flag
Nickel plate nine to your spine
Realize we ain't come to play
Blue or black flaggin' it
Beans in the cabinet bleach for the dishes
Ain't no fuckin' with my kitchen
Made cakes outta crumbs
I'm my mama youngest son
Still a boss amongst bosses
You can't tell me I ain't the one
Who they checkin' on
They lookin for and who they tryna be
Been that way before, the folk bangin' L
Screaming over east
Solidified, I figure I'm reaping
All the benefit's sowed piece it together
You wasn't cut from this mold
Deuce bigger, countin' figures
It just tear you apart
It's in your eyes and in your tone
Could see the bitch in your heart
So if it's on then it's on
We ready and willing
Vinyl gloves and ski masks
Ain't gotta ask what the mission
Need everything up out them pockets
'cause it's never enough
Niggas know me, on my homie
Ain't gotta say too much
So if it's on then it's on
We ready and willing
Vinyl gloves and ski masks
Ain't gotta ask what the mission
Need everything up out them pockets
'cause it's never enough
Niggas know me, on my homie
Ain't gotta say too much
Starting route to 1022 Moss Street
You end up fuckin' that bitch aunt sister?
Tsk, man, I fuck the bitch
Sister, the bitch's auntie, tT
All that shit, you know I'm flaugin'
Vince, what you been on, though, bro?
Shit, what's good, G? I can't even call it
Ha, shit, just came by to check on you bro
Shit, I heard you had the whole SWAT
Team lookin' for your ass last night
Motherfuckers said you had, like, three
State troopers, a helicopter
Niggas with gas masks and shit
Bitches hittin' my line, "Free
Ash, oh my God, free him"
"Free him" so what happened, bro?