It's On Me

Gucci, Louie, Fendi, Prada, all of that we got a lot of Light skin chick she’s Bodak Yellow and got on red bottoms
You don’t really want no problems, you just wanna play it cool
All these young goons, they got cases because they be acting a fool
Packing a tool and they’ll clap it at you, just to prove they ain’t rapping at you
And when they pointing that ratchet at you ain’t no time to be acting special
D.C. I represent, I’m a resident like the president
In hip-hop I set precedence and I’ve been doing that shit ever since
I was born, they ain’t really ready, they ain’t really on it they’re soft
I’m trying to get wood grain in my whip and my leather to be butter soft
Nigga we on you can’t cut us off, ain’t no light switch for this type of shine
Charged me with attempted murder nigga you ain’t doing this type of crime
But I only did me a year though, 8 months up in P. G First three I stayed in my cell but them last five nigga I did me Dressed up in that county orange and them flip-flops everyday
Man I’m hella glad to be home, surrounded by fine women that stay laced in that
Gucci, Louie, Fendi, Prada
Gucci, Louie, Fendi, Prada
Gucci, Louie, Fendi, Prada
Gucci, Louie, Fendi, Prada
All this designer shit on me All this designer shit on me All this designer shit on me All this designer shit on me Gucci, Louie, Fendi, Prada
Gucci, Louie, Fendi, Prada
Gucci, Louie, Fendi, Prada
Gucci, Louie, Fendi, Prada
All this designer shit on me All this designer shit on me All this designer shit on me It’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me, it’s on me
D.C. on my chest nigga I wear all my own shit
If not then it’s designer label so your girl can be on my dick
It’s like a hurricane when I spit I just fuck up the environment
Infiltrated this style just to put wack rappers in retirement
I’m trying not to be violent because a nigga still on probation
But these fuck niggas be hating because I’m in radio rotation
Call that .32 a floatation device, hoes around me stay naked at night
Them niggas around me stay wasted at night, bootin' up and they taking flight
Rip and killing niggas, if you want it get it, lyrics when I’m spitting,
niggas always tripping
Run into your misses and she spitting on my dick until it glistens then I’m
done the mission
Youngin is so different got them wishing they was hearing what I’m whipping in the kitchen
Picture when I’m digging in your chick and then I flip and leave my children on her chin and grin
And then I walk away like it’s all good, D.C. is my town bih
I’m married to this rap game with no wedding gown bih
So high on the charts that they can’t bring us down bih
I’m the next rap king where’s my crown bih, and I’m in