On Me

[Intro]
Skrrt
Put me on record
Is it recordin' right now?
Keep it like that
Don't take nothin' off
Gang
(Ayo, Fiji got that sauce)
Look, what I say, though?
Ayy

[Chorus]
Pistol on my hip, shit guard me now
Be with my Glock like Snoopy and Charlie Brown
Ayy, shoot a clip at his hair, that Charlie Sheen
Alexander raincoat drippin', Lightning McQueen
Stack up my racks like Alfalfa and Spanky
Put his ass on Fox, ain't talking 'bout Jamie
He don't look when he shoot, he don't really be aimin'
My lil' shooter be spinnin', them young niggas dangerous
She like, "Yay, what you doin'?" I told her, "Maintaining"
He said he fuckin' with me, what the fuck was he thinkin'?
Ayy, I'm goin' up, I got bigger rankin'
Glock came with a switch, catch an opp and I'm spankin'

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I'm serving Cookies like Chips Ahoy
Don't want him to die, then get your boy
Ayy, my nigga slide likе Fisher-Price
Hang with a bitch in the A, I'ma miss my flight
Gang, thеy pull up with the sticks at night
Ayy, play, you get put in the air like a kite
Everything off the head, forgot how to write
Niggas really be 12 like Howard, Dwight
Ninety-nine shots, Jae Crowder, snipe
My opps' mama be sniffin' on powders, white
Catch an opp and I FaceTime 'em like Skype
Like where would I be if I ain't pick up a mic?

[Interlude]
Gang
This shit here so hard
Ain't gon' cap, I really wanna come in right now, but at the same time, I wanna let the beat ride
That shit so gang, no cap, look
Jackie Chan them, turn, no cap, look
Guess what?

[Verse 2]
Ayy, pull up with sticks just like Jackie Chan
If he look sweet, we jack your mans
Plugged overseas, sticks from Japan
Glock named Peter, it came with a pan
Cookin' white bitch, I turn it to tan
Ayy, play, you get burnt, just telling you in advance
Wanna be a rapper, just gave it a chance
Fell in love with my stick, in public, I'm holding her hand, gang

[Chorus]
Pistol on my hip, shit guard me now
Be with my Glock like Snoopy and Charlie Brown
Ayy, shoot a clip at his hair, that Charlie Sheen
Alexander raincoat drippin', Lightning McQueen
Stack up my racks like Alfalfa and Spanky
Put his ass on Fox, ain't talking 'bout Jamie
He don't look when he shoot, he don't really be aimin'
My lil' shooter be spinnin', them young niggas dangerous
She like, "Yay, what you doin'?" I told her, "Maintaining"