CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Own It
[Intro]
Bitch, I'm really on my grown shit
I'm the type of nigga that'll get a nigga gone, shit
[Chorus]
Bitch, I got my own shit, .30 in that zone (Blatt)
Said he with that shooting shit, we leak him like a cone, bitch
Open up that door, pull up to your home, bitch
They ask me why I flex all my money 'cause I own it
[Verse]
Money or the fame, she can't decide
I said, "Hop up in this whip, it'll change your life"
Try to touch my chain, bitch, that's suicide
She said that she love me, swear to God but she lied
So I copped that Demon and that Hellcat to flex on 'em
We gon' put a rack up on your head, put the Tеcs on 'em
She gon' suck the wholе team, she a neck donor
All my shit is treasure so they tryna put an X on it
All my bitches evil, yeah, they wicked, they might hex something
We don't take you serious, what you tryna threat something?
I might crash the whip then move onto the next one
Ho, you isn't Nike, why the fuck you tryna check some?
Yeah, I'm in that big body, fucking Miyagi
That boy talking down then I'm catching a body
Big Glock on my waist if a nigga get wocky
Nigga, don't try to be cocky
Upping the Glock, nigga, we are not boxing
Blue hundreds, my pockets grow fatter than Oxy
I'm high man, I'm up, bitch, I'm right where the Gods be
Big K on my waist shooting you and your posse
Slide in a Wraith, it's like 10:38, I pull up to your crib, give fuck 'bout a gate
Had to show up at one, but I show up at two, I'm on my own time, give a fuck 'bout a late
These niggas be in it for money, these niggas be phony, I'm doing this shit to escape
They never ask me how I'm doing but now that I'm up, I'ma tell 'em that I'm doing great
[Chorus]
Bitch, I got my own shit, .30 in that zone (Blatt)
Said he with that shooting shit, we leak him like a cone, bitch
Open up that door, pull up to your home, bitch
They ask me why I flex all my money 'cause I own it
Bitch, I'm really on my grown shit
I'm the type of nigga that'll get a nigga gone, shit
[Chorus]
Bitch, I got my own shit, .30 in that zone (Blatt)
Said he with that shooting shit, we leak him like a cone, bitch
Open up that door, pull up to your home, bitch
They ask me why I flex all my money 'cause I own it
[Verse]
Money or the fame, she can't decide
I said, "Hop up in this whip, it'll change your life"
Try to touch my chain, bitch, that's suicide
She said that she love me, swear to God but she lied
So I copped that Demon and that Hellcat to flex on 'em
We gon' put a rack up on your head, put the Tеcs on 'em
She gon' suck the wholе team, she a neck donor
All my shit is treasure so they tryna put an X on it
All my bitches evil, yeah, they wicked, they might hex something
We don't take you serious, what you tryna threat something?
I might crash the whip then move onto the next one
Ho, you isn't Nike, why the fuck you tryna check some?
Yeah, I'm in that big body, fucking Miyagi
That boy talking down then I'm catching a body
Big Glock on my waist if a nigga get wocky
Nigga, don't try to be cocky
Upping the Glock, nigga, we are not boxing
Blue hundreds, my pockets grow fatter than Oxy
I'm high man, I'm up, bitch, I'm right where the Gods be
Big K on my waist shooting you and your posse
Slide in a Wraith, it's like 10:38, I pull up to your crib, give fuck 'bout a gate
Had to show up at one, but I show up at two, I'm on my own time, give a fuck 'bout a late
These niggas be in it for money, these niggas be phony, I'm doing this shit to escape
They never ask me how I'm doing but now that I'm up, I'ma tell 'em that I'm doing great
[Chorus]
Bitch, I got my own shit, .30 in that zone (Blatt)
Said he with that shooting shit, we leak him like a cone, bitch
Open up that door, pull up to your home, bitch
They ask me why I flex all my money 'cause I own it
