It’s on Now (Intro)

Lyrics

[Intro] Wlatt Free 21, free 47, free KSav You know how we rockin' (Turn that up, Kudo) Oo-oo-ooh [Verse 1] They turn me up so it's on now Where I'm from it's all frowns we don't see smiles Steppin' on 'em like tiles Trappin' countin' cows Penny pinchin' ass bitches call 'em penny pound And I might take him down if he got the right amount Chalk the block up, like a little child Hunnid nights on the road, we was on the go Wrist in the pot, stuck at the stove [Chorus] And I'ma go ahead and get it I don't need a soul These crackers they done fucked up and let thirty home This 45's gonna do a little more than break a bone Paranoid fuck the wire I don't use the phone Strapped up .357 Magnum She a slut I ain't even tryna smash her Bro a demon, nigga need to see the pastor When we creepin', bet my wassa gonna catch ya [Verse 2] These niggas broke can't even afford they funeral So I don't know why these broke ass niggas do the most He ain't make the cut nigga he ain't suitable Love my dogs and I hope the feelings mutual Nigga it's your decision, get it how you live it Glock 33, Scottie Pippen Focus on the million, know one things for certain Burna 'bout his Business [Chorus] And I'ma go ahead and get it I don't need a soul These crackers they done fucked up and let thirty home This 45's gonna do a little more than break a bone Paranoid fuck the wire I don't use the phone Strapped up .357 Magnum She a slut I ain't even tryna smash her Bro a demon, nigga need to see the pastor When we creepin', bet my wassa gone catch ya [Verse 3] Man down on the dispatch We don't do no chit chat Soon as cronem done with her man he can get his bitch back Under pressure he just gonna crack like KitKat Most these niggas man they only hard on the Internet Keep a stick or two nigga we ain't into that Had to take his ass down man I needed that I ran that cheque and I repeated it I seen it comin' they ain't believe in it Free 21, free 47, free KSav I was trappin' on Sabbath Got to make the pack vanish He don't want smoke he can't manage Glizzy with the switch it do damage yea Fifth leave holes gigantic When you in that white room don't panic Cronem work the tool like mechanic Married to the streets but I ain't romantic [Chorus] And I'ma go ahead and get it I don't need a soul These crackers they done fucked up and let thirty home This 45's gonna do a little more than break a bone Paranoid fuck the wire I don't use the phone Strapped up .357 Magnum She a slut I ain't even tryna smash her Bro a demon, nigga need to see the pastor When we creepin', bet my wassa gone catch ya