On My Own

On My Own - Shordie Shordie

Lyrics by：Shordie Shordie

Composed by：Shordie Shordie

Produced by：Jason Cheese Goldberg/TNT DX/Djaxx/Ike

Thinking dreaming moving seeing

That you prolly didn't do it but you didn't mean it

Looking at my cup it gotta nigga leaning

Thinking G.I. Joe I'm knowing niggas bleeding

We gave that nigga beef and now that nigga vegan

He better knock him out I'm hopping niggas see him

They better knock him back until I see we even

Now I'm so sorry don't call me go hardly throw parties

Won't bother her faulting I'm leaving

I should kiss you

Now I should miss you

I should post up he get shot if he out

Pull up Rolls-Royce with a blunt in my mouth

You say it's real gimme keys to your house

She let me in and I'm laying it down

Ask what he said tell my cuz pull around

Then go ghost for a while on my own

What you doing how you been and

Where you going why you leaving?

Aye trippers get to trippin' gotta face 'em now

Trippers taking trips to the location more

Strippers telling trippers where he at

Pull up leave him face down where he at

Glock 30 going blah for blah

A bad ***** make you go shot for shot

With no reload playing c-low

Speak in secrets these ******* gotta G code

How you get shot while looking out the peep hole?

This that straight drop they prolly wanna leak yo

Look at me like I ain't having now niggas having

What you mean like I ain't magic I make it tragic

Take his gun now he can't have it they call him savage

But I should kiss you

Now I should miss you

I should post up he get shot if he out

Pull up Rolls-Royce with a blunt in my mouth

You say it's real gimme keys to your house

She let me in and I'm laying it down

Ask what he said tell my cuz pull around

Then go ghost for a while on my own

I should miss you

I should kiss you

I should post up he get shot if he out

Pull up Rolls-Royce with a blunt in my mouth

She say it's real gimme keys to your house

She let me in and I'm laying it down

Ask what he said tell my cuz pull around

Then go ghost for a while on my own

Then go ghost for a while on my own

Then go ghost for a while on my own

My own my own my own

My own my own my own

I should miss you

I should post up he get shot if he out

Pull up Rolls-Royce with a blunt in my mouth

You say it's real gimme keys to your house

My own

My own my own my own

My own my own my own

My own my own my own my own my own

My own my own my own my own my own