CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : On My Side
Glock 19 on my side
n***a want smoke, then you know we gon slide
Butterfly doors, like my sh*t fly
Still goin up, got n***as like “why?”
Look at my pockets, yeah them hoes wide
We keep sticks, like we in the chi
Cuffing that thot? she could be mine
I with my slatts, yeah im with my slimes
You cuffing that thot, you lost yo mind
Im f**king that b*t*h, i broke her spine
He wanna feat? he paying the fine
She let me beat, she can't get a dime
Boy you should just quit, boy stop tryin
Coppin no chips, she dont gotta dime
You ain't on sh*t, boy why you lie?
Tell that b*t*h dont touch my nine
Uh that boy think he fly
Up this 9, now he in the sky
Can't hang around me, if you ain't down to ride
You run up on me, you must be ready 2 die
Clutching the heat every time that i slide
Call up OG, he bangin the 5’s
Look at my jeans, they one of a kind
Put on the ski’s, committing the crimes
I get the guap, yeah i get the dough
Packrun the thot, she givin me dome
She offa flat, im offa 4
Movin them packs, cuttin the stove
I wit my slatt, whipin yo nose
n***a play around wit mooky, get hit with the chrome
I smoke that boy, now he in the O Zone
Dont play with toys, i keep a pole
Hit that lil b*t*h once, come get yo hoe
Ridin in a rolls royce, this sh*t [?]
Dont make no noise, i dont feel a soul
Imma glory boy, im in my glo
Balling out, im going pro
Falling out, about these hoes
She stalling, now she gotta go
Call up wick, he let it blow
Glock 19 on my side
n***a want smoke, then you know we gon slide
Butterfly doors, like my sh*t fly
Still goin up, got n***as like “why?”
Look at my pockets, yeah them hoes wide
We keep sticks, like we in the chi
Cuffing that thot? she could be mine
I with my slatts, yeah im with my slimes
n***a want smoke, then you know we gon slide
Butterfly doors, like my sh*t fly
Still goin up, got n***as like “why?”
Look at my pockets, yeah them hoes wide
We keep sticks, like we in the chi
Cuffing that thot? she could be mine
I with my slatts, yeah im with my slimes
You cuffing that thot, you lost yo mind
Im f**king that b*t*h, i broke her spine
He wanna feat? he paying the fine
She let me beat, she can't get a dime
Boy you should just quit, boy stop tryin
Coppin no chips, she dont gotta dime
You ain't on sh*t, boy why you lie?
Tell that b*t*h dont touch my nine
Uh that boy think he fly
Up this 9, now he in the sky
Can't hang around me, if you ain't down to ride
You run up on me, you must be ready 2 die
Clutching the heat every time that i slide
Call up OG, he bangin the 5’s
Look at my jeans, they one of a kind
Put on the ski’s, committing the crimes
I get the guap, yeah i get the dough
Packrun the thot, she givin me dome
She offa flat, im offa 4
Movin them packs, cuttin the stove
I wit my slatt, whipin yo nose
n***a play around wit mooky, get hit with the chrome
I smoke that boy, now he in the O Zone
Dont play with toys, i keep a pole
Hit that lil b*t*h once, come get yo hoe
Ridin in a rolls royce, this sh*t [?]
Dont make no noise, i dont feel a soul
Imma glory boy, im in my glo
Balling out, im going pro
Falling out, about these hoes
She stalling, now she gotta go
Call up wick, he let it blow
Glock 19 on my side
n***a want smoke, then you know we gon slide
Butterfly doors, like my sh*t fly
Still goin up, got n***as like “why?”
Look at my pockets, yeah them hoes wide
We keep sticks, like we in the chi
Cuffing that thot? she could be mine
I with my slatts, yeah im with my slimes
