On His Ass Lyrics

Rest in peace MQD Prophet

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Yeah let's show em how we coming

3 Way

Yeah we on his ass

Hit bro ass two times in the back

I swear we spinning back

I see that gray car outside

In the hood I swear I'm flipping that

Hollow heart like these bullets

In my gun it ain't no duckin that

I tried to change my mental

After a while it always double back

Yeah them 30s in

Bro just hit my fucking line

Say got them switches Tins

He ain't use his mask last time

I told that nigga get em in

Niggas tryna stop the chase

You can't stop shit

You still got two more Tins

We had them big Dracos

They had them lil sigs

I know some niggas fake as hell

Just like when we was kids

Got one of mine we getting five

Thats just how it is

Yeah my bitch a ride or die

Ain't gotta question it

One of the realist niggas I know

Even turnt snitch

Was on parole before he died

Ain't get to finish it

You say you loyal?

How you know you can't determine it

I'm ready to crash out

On these fuck niggas

I can't resist

Too deep in sin

I can't repent

Naw I ain't giving out no sympathy

No I ain't giving out no sympathy

Tryna steal the style

It's a whole different recipe

We spin and spin again

Until the block a masterpiece

Yeah we on his ass

Hit bro ass two times in the back

I swear we spinning back

I see that gray car outside

In the hood I swear I'm flipping that

Hollow heart like these bullets

In my gun it ain't no duckin that

I tried to change my mental

After a while it always double back