On My Own by Young Matin Lyrics
Riding up to my fame
Bitches wanna be in my lane
I know I see my veins
Now these bitches know my name
These bitches so fake
Why these haters gonna hate
Get the fuck outta my face
It's my game it's not yours
My famous African doors
Bitches thought it was a curse
Still, I keep using my force
She ride me like a horse
In the kitchen with the stove
In the kitchen with your hoe
I skrt off and I drove
I gotta drift on my road
I don't mind where it goes
Now I'm thirty-seven I'm grown
Cold procedure Cold!
Now I'm on the go
Imma tell em I'm on my flow
Kicking doors now I'm blown
I own my own coach
Bitches hate they broke
Shotty fuck my flow
Shotty fuck my glow
Getting paid for my shows
Call me and she a hoe
Going in circles
No help I'm on my own
Ya Ya
No help I'm on my own
She ain't leavin me alone
Please stay in your zone
Moterblade its malone
Ya
Got me chasin
You in the bottom hating
People down there waiting
Im up here dating
Daddy went raiding
Money is what im making
Thats what im stating
Imma tell you I'm amazing
Ya, Blowing you brain, Im blazing
How much money we wasting
Give it to me, she be dashing
Ya, At least i'd rather be dashing
Going to fast i'm crashing
With 2 hoes, niggas flashing
Making money living lavish
Turning up and I'm gassing
He's hitting and I'm laughing
Then the shotty showed us titties
She a hoe she various
I can make her millions, she give fast, now it's billions
I'm on the top and I'm killing it
I'm on the top and I'm flying
Im just getting, dying
Im sad and Im crying
Now they stealing what I was buying
Be with my bros and I'm riding
Bitch text me and I'm replying
Tell the grizzy, you lying
Bad bitch and im sliding
Bap bap, we firing
Bitch tyring
Talk to her bitch tyring
I like pussy like Kyrie
Bitches wanna be in my lane
I know I see my veins
Now these bitches know my name
These bitches so fake
Why these haters gonna hate
Get the fuck outta my face
It's my game it's not yours
My famous African doors
Bitches thought it was a curse
Still, I keep using my force
She ride me like a horse
In the kitchen with the stove
In the kitchen with your hoe
I skrt off and I drove
I gotta drift on my road
I don't mind where it goes
Now I'm thirty-seven I'm grown
Cold procedure Cold!
Now I'm on the go
Imma tell em I'm on my flow
Kicking doors now I'm blown
I own my own coach
Bitches hate they broke
Shotty fuck my flow
Shotty fuck my glow
Getting paid for my shows
Call me and she a hoe
Going in circles
No help I'm on my own
Ya Ya
No help I'm on my own
She ain't leavin me alone
Please stay in your zone
Moterblade its malone
Ya
Got me chasin
You in the bottom hating
People down there waiting
Im up here dating
Daddy went raiding
Money is what im making
Thats what im stating
Imma tell you I'm amazing
Ya, Blowing you brain, Im blazing
How much money we wasting
Give it to me, she be dashing
Ya, At least i'd rather be dashing
Going to fast i'm crashing
With 2 hoes, niggas flashing
Making money living lavish
Turning up and I'm gassing
He's hitting and I'm laughing
Then the shotty showed us titties
She a hoe she various
I can make her millions, she give fast, now it's billions
I'm on the top and I'm killing it
I'm on the top and I'm flying
Im just getting, dying
Im sad and Im crying
Now they stealing what I was buying
Be with my bros and I'm riding
Bitch text me and I'm replying
Tell the grizzy, you lying
Bad bitch and im sliding
Bap bap, we firing
Bitch tyring
Talk to her bitch tyring
I like pussy like Kyrie