Yung Slimmii, Jah Bless - On Me Lyrics

Shout out DJ Chopp-A-Lot I see you boy ha ha
It's the Comeback kid
Jah Bless
Ay Ay Ay
Trunk full of gas, tank on E
Pockets full of Benjamins, drinks on me
Nigga try my brother, got that thing on me
This ain't nothing that you want nigga keep your peace
Trunk full of gas, tank on E
Pockets full of Benjamins, drinks on me
Nigga try my brother, got that thing on me
This ain't nothing that you want my nigga keep your peace
Bitch I'm up in Broward County and I'm chilling with some hustlers
Killers, divas, strippers smoking reefer
On the Turnpike and I'm blowing up my speaker
Bitch blowing up my phone but baby I don't need you
I'm in Florida where everybody got a heater
Rugers Deserts and them 9 millimeters
So watch how you speak nigga you know what it be nigga
Eye contact, let's bang it out in the streets nigga
We gon' ride today blunt lit on my lip
You gon' make me hold up -- wait lemme catch my grip
I gotta handful of Jackson Benjamin's and Washington's
I'm washing it, I love how I made it flip (I love that)
And I been sick for 4 days straight
Doctors asked me "How I'm feeling?" I said "Doc, I'm feeling great!"
I'm sick of these niggas I'm sicker than these niggas
Now I got 'em looking sick now the boy getting paid
Trunk full of gas, tank on E
Pockets full of Benjamins, drinks on me
Nigga try my brother, got that thing on me
This ain't nothing that you want nigga keep your peace
Trunk full of gas, tank on E
Pockets full of Benjamins, drinks on me
Nigga try my brother, got that thing on me
This ain't nothing that you want my nigga keep your peace
I said these bitches come a dime a dozen
I only got time for money, ain't got time for fussing
Yeah shoutout to Houston I mixed Patron with Tussin
You said that you real but in reality you wasn't
Fuck with me I'll have your jaw talking to my J
Gboi got the A K
Red Bull give me wings I feel just like MJ
Real nigga in this house yeah that's a real estate
Come fuck with the South you know we got the realist yae
Shawty said I got her wet now she want to dry hump
I'm trying to fuck her thong off pound that vagina
Her girl, she can sign up I'ma pipe her down
Eyes low like I'm from China smoking by the pound
My nigga don't panic before we get to slamming
I'm Sharpe like Shannon when I aim with that cannon
Have your whole block tanning, come and try the kid
Cause that thing ain't jamming nigga you know what it is like
Trunk full of gas, tank on E
Pockets full of Benjamins, drinks on me
Nigga try my brother, got that thing on me
This ain't nothing that you want nigga keep your peace
Trunk full of gas, tank on E
Pockets full of Benjamins, drinks on me
Nigga try my brother, got that thing on me
This ain't nothing that you want my nigga keep your peace
Got that thing on me boy said everything on me boy
Yeah ooh whoa whoa ooh whoa whoa Big pimpin' Ay you dig that? FL on the map
It's Skwad Out motherfucker

Shout out DJ Chopp-A-Lot I see you boy ha ha
It's the Comeback kid
Jah Bless
Ay Ay Ay
Trunk full of gas, tank on E
Pockets full of Benjamins, drinks on me
Nigga try my brother, got that thing on me
This ain't nothing that you want nigga keep your peace
Trunk full of gas, tank on E
Pockets full of Benjamins, drinks on me
Nigga try my brother, got that thing on me
This ain't nothing that you want my nigga keep your peace
Bitch I'm up in Broward County and I'm chilling with some hustlers
Killers, divas, strippers smoking reefer
On the Turnpike and I'm blowing up my speaker
Bitch blowing up my phone but baby I don't need you
I'm in Florida where everybody got a heater
Rugers Deserts and them 9 millimeters
So watch how you speak nigga you know what it be nigga
Eye contact, let's bang it out in the streets nigga
We gon' ride today blunt lit on my lip
You gon' make me hold up -- wait lemme catch my grip
I gotta handful of Jackson Benjamin's and Washington's
I'm washing it, I love how I made it flip (I love that)
And I been sick for 4 days straight
Doctors asked me "How I'm feeling?" I said "Doc, I'm feeling great!"
I'm sick of these niggas I'm sicker than these niggas
Now I got 'em looking sick now the boy getting paid
Trunk full of gas, tank on E
Pockets full of Benjamins, drinks on me
Nigga try my brother, got that thing on me
This ain't nothing that you want nigga keep your peace
Trunk full of gas, tank on E
Pockets full of Benjamins, drinks on me
Nigga try my brother, got that thing on me
This ain't nothing that you want my nigga keep your peace
I said these bitches come a dime a dozen
I only got time for money, ain't got time for fussing
Yeah shoutout to Houston I mixed Patron with Tussin
You said that you real but in reality you wasn't
Fuck with me I'll have your jaw talking to my J
Gboi got the A K
Red Bull give me wings I feel just like MJ
Real nigga in this house yeah that's a real estate
Come fuck with the South you know we got the realist yae
Shawty said I got her wet now she want to dry hump
I'm trying to fuck her thong off pound that vagina
Her girl, she can sign up I'ma pipe her down
Eyes low like I'm from China smoking by the pound
My nigga don't panic before we get to slamming
I'm Sharpe like Shannon when I aim with that cannon
Have your whole block tanning, come and try the kid
Cause that thing ain't jamming nigga you know what it is like
Trunk full of gas, tank on E
Pockets full of Benjamins, drinks on me
Nigga try my brother, got that thing on me
This ain't nothing that you want nigga keep your peace
Trunk full of gas, tank on E
Pockets full of Benjamins, drinks on me
Nigga try my brother, got that thing on me
This ain't nothing that you want my nigga keep your peace
Got that thing on me boy said everything on me boy
Yeah ooh whoa whoa ooh whoa whoa Big pimpin' Ay you dig that? FL on the map
It's Skwad Out motherfucker