King Lil G, Devour - Been On lyrics

AK47 Boyz

Okay, I'm vibing in the studio
Off Henny and Patrón
And I'm turnt up, my brother just came home
Police pulled me over, asking questions
I don't know 'em
But when one come home and another one go

But they mad 'cause I'm on
(Guess they mad 'cause I'm on now)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But they mad 'cause I'm on
(Guess they mad 'cause I'm on now)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But they mad 'cause I'm on
(Guess they mad 'cause I'm on now)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But they mad 'cause I'm on
(Guess they mad 'cause I'm on now)
Yeah, they mad 'cause I'm on, yeah
I got 'em mad 'cause I'm on

Bitches pullin' up and I
Ain't send no invitation (Nah)
Different type of hustles
I got different occupations
Understood what I been on
I was with my hood on i did it by myself
I had to press 'em to get put on

I press 'em for a put on
They pressin' for a lot of shit
I know his baby mama
She can take a lot of dick
In the field with my goonies
Really poppin' shit
I stay in touch with money
You can say I wallet shit

I need another ace
I told my lil' bitch to pull up (What?)
You know the Tiny Devils ain't afraid
To throw they hood up (What?)
Some hoes up in LA
I got some hoes up in the valley (What?)
Bitch, I been balling, enemies
They can't stand me

I don't play that
Where you're from, say that
Know where your mama stay at
Send shooters where you lay at
My pockets, hah, they fat
They see me up, they hate that
But, I'ma keep grinding
Boy, to shine, you can't take that, pussy

But they mad 'cause I'm on
(They mad 'cause I'm on now)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But they mad 'cause I'm on
(They mad 'cause I'm on now)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But they mad 'cause I'm on
(They mad 'cause I'm on now)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But they mad 'cause I'm on, yeah
They mad 'cause I'm on, yeah
I got 'em mad 'cause I'm on

I got a thirty clip and it's full equipped
Yeah a hundred thousand on my neck
And on my wrist, yeah
I'm probably blowing smoke with
A stripper bitch, yeah
I been a motherfucking G ever since, yeah

I got some G's that'll really get you hit
(yeah) if they get caught for it
You know they ain't sayin' shit (yeah)
I'll take the diamonds from your
Neck and your wrist
Then go sell 'em in the hood
And buy burners with your shit, boy

I ain't trippin' on that dumb shit
I ain't trippin' on them haters
He saw me pull up but I
Ain't pull up with that scraper
Shout out to my homie Swift
This for Baby Gangsta (yeah)
I don't like these rappers, I don't hear 'em
What you sayin'? (I don't really like 'em)

Shit, we doin' shout outs? Well
I don't have none
'Cause only very few were there
When I ain't have none'
Yeah, a big shout out to myself
'Cause when I'm laying in the
Casket, I'ma be by myself, boy

But they mad 'cause I'm on
(They mad 'cause I'm on now)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But they mad 'cause I'm on
(They mad 'cause I'm on now)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But they mad 'cause I'm on
(They mad 'cause I'm on now, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But they mad 'cause I'm on, yeah
They mad 'cause I'm on, yeah
I got 'em mad 'cause I'm on