ฟังเพลงOn It! (Explicit)

On It! - King Combs/AzChike

Yeah

You see all this ice

Nigga you see how we rocking

CYN nigga

I bust down in these Louies

I gotta chill knocking down all these groupies

I'm a Playboi Carti hang around with the Uzi

You acting like she yours

But she down for my movie

I be pimping

I aingt worried about no B***h crushing

If I jump they gong jump

Get this B***h jumping

Broke up with my Glock

Got that B***h dumping

If I wear my money with my clothes

I cangt fit nothing

Bands poking

Thirty Glock got my hand smoking

If I'm up and catch a lick

I put my mans on it

I bring the B*****s to the beach

Put the sand on it

Treat that ass like a fur

And put my hands on it

Yeah uh put my hands on it

If you twerking for a Birkin

Put my bands on it

Dirty money she gong have to

Put a fan on it

Shawty ducking from the flash

Put the cam on it

Yeah I go Super Saiyan on it

And she's leaving with me

You can plan on it

Because the crib so big

You can land on it

And that s**t got a beach

You can tan on it

What What And that's facts

Cut her off she mad

And that's that

Four door garage

The whips black

Hoes wanna menáge

They B***h bad

Like I worked at WingStop

You see these pieces

This Cuban link sitting up

Just like I got cleavage

Like an old bitch

Let me put my teeth in

I cangt smile too hard

Because my s**t really blinging

And if the head game right

I'm not leaving

You bald-headed

If you cangt achieve it

Bitch weave it

These niggas want smoke

But these niggas still tweet

This B***h got a nigga

But this B***h still beaking

I can't * with a classy bitch

I tried it

I need a ratchet bitch

That's gong suck d**k and ride it

Girl you want this dick

Aingt s**t free you gotta buy it

She Cash App and text back

Ooh you know I like it

I'm Superman because

These lil' niggas is my sidekick

I'm not selling swag

But these niggas still buying

You not a boss

You just real good at lying

Singing all my shit

You my fan and my hypeman

I bust down in these Louies

I gotta chill knocking down

All these groupies

I'm a Playboi Carti

hang around with the Uzi

You acting like she yours

But she down for my movie

I be pimping I ain't worried

About no B***h crushing

If I jump they gong jump

Get this B***h jumping

Broke up with my Glock

Got that B***h dumping

If I wear my money with my clothes

I can't fit nothing

Bands poking

Thirty Glock got my hand smoking

If I'm up and catch a lick

I put my mans on it

I bring the B*****s to the beach

Put the sand on it

Treat that ass like a fur

And put my hands on it