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On My Shit by TaFine$$e Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2020

I know it ain’t a geeni in the bottle, so what’s in it?
You keep on actin like you gotta problem, what is it?
I’m always on my grind, I take my shot and ion miss it
Parental advisory ‘cause my content is explicit
The day that I die it won’t be the same and I can sense it
You know that you could die if you considered opposition
Don’t run up in my momma house, I’ll chop you in her kitchen
Pick up the ball if you send out yo shot and then you miss it

Pick up the call, the number said it’s blocked I’m like who is it?
Pay me for a feature, either that or pay me for a visit
Spray you wit the heater, either that or imma dodge his hit
And knock his shit
& Plеase don’t play the game, bеcause you not with it

If you ain’t fuckin wit my side you on the opposite
Pop his shit
And drop this clip
Collect the shells
They’re hot as shit
My momma said be safe
I said I’m coo, you know what time it is
I stay around a tool because I always drip designer shit
I’m a walkin lick, I’ll pop his shit for all the time I spent
Dealing wit some grimey ass niggas tryna rob my shit
Ain’t no way I’m ever fallin off because I’m on my shit
& if you hate the way I’m walkin, why you on my dick?
& if you hate the way I talk, then why you bop my shit?
Stay wit a Glock in case they ever try and stop my shit
& she can fuck on anybody, ‘cause that’s not my bitch
I keep the Nina by my side, that’s my lil hot sidekick

I pull up smooth, like I’m about to let ‘em hop right in
& please don’t say I fuck witchu, because you’re not my friend
I’m smokin weed tryna eliminate the thoughts in my head
I’m havin dreams of niggas sendin’ shots while I’m in the bed

I keep the heater when I sleep, it’s like I don’t need a cover
Don’t even need it, got my Nina but I don’t even love her
I take her out to eat the beef and put her back undercover
I tell my team that we gon’ eat if look after each other

When Luie died it stuck, ‘cause he was like my other brother
When Nisha died it stuck, ‘cause she was like my other mother
I love my momma I jus hope a nigga never touch her
I’ll catch that case and never hesitate or ever stutter

There was barely food up on the dinner plate, ain't have no butter
Clear up all the fools up in the way it’s kinda getting cluttered
If you keep on tryna play you gettin’ gutted and guttered
& if you keep on tryna play, you gettin gutted & guttered
Bitch I’m active
So what’s happening
Bodies droppin back to back
This shit is shit is saddening
Take all that tobacco out & fill it with the gasoline
I don’t know what they be talkin’ bout or why they mad at me

All I know is I been charged up, like a battery
I might catch a charge for walk ups, fuck a battery
They know who we are, my Glock tucked in designer jeans
In case I gotta send you fuck bois into the galaxy
& fuck noise, we movin’ thru wit ninja-silent strategies
I’m bad wit apologies, but I’m coo wit them analogy’s
You actively talkin’, the orthodontist give you cavities
I grew up playin Mortal Kombat, I seen fatalities
& trust me nigga you don’t want that this shit is savagery
I’m a different breed, Im guaranteed not your average G
It ain’t no switchin’ me for anybody, they can’t act like me
Ain’t no competition wit nobody who can’t rap like me