MƎRGE - On Me Lyrics

Oh
Yeah
(Yeah)
Uh
(Yeah)
Bitches out here talking (uh huh)
Keep it on the low (boom)
Niggas see who winning
So we're who they're coming for
(So we're who they're coming for)
I can't name no bitch debuting
All these rappers come and go
(All these rappers come and go, yeah)
Only time a nigga pick up
When it's money on the phone
(Yeah, boom boom)
So can you put it on me?
Only if you know me
So don't be blowing up my phone
Cause you can't control me (yeah)
So can you put it on me?
Only if you know me
So don't be blowing up my phone
Cause you can't control me (yeah)
Yeah, I heard a rap nigga mention my name
Clocking the tea, don't get hit with the K
(Boom boom)
I wanna hit on subliminal
You wanna cut up on me
But you duckin' the fade
How is you standin' on business for lames
I asked you what's wrong
And your posture had changed
Please don't get bodied for bitches that probably Will never get out of this underground game
Every bitch gettin' pressed on
Imma dig deep like a press on
Who gassed you to come up out your shell?
Bitch your whole tank I'm seein' Exxon (X on)
Undercover hate, you should rest on it
No protection now
Pick your best bonnet
Bitches want beef when i follow suit
But when I was woke
You was hedge hogging
I am not f*ckin' with none of that
(I am not f*ckin' with none of that)
I'm in the league now get over it
(I'm in the league now get over it)
Niggas ain't thinkin' I'm knowin' that
I got more data on you than your internet
(than your internet)
Serial writer, I murder rap
(murder rap)
Most of these bitches prefer to cap
(prefer to cap)
I don't have time for the fake
That shit was a waste
These niggas they know wassup
Rrrrrrrrr
Only one and ion need no clone
Know it's boring cause the Queen been gone
Think she popping but she ain't selling
Think she "Out The Box" we gon' see how long
(rrrrr)
Pink bundles and the fit Vlone
No assistance when i diss these hoes (ah)
Mad cause i wished death on em
How you hop in and take the next bitch bullet?
You dumb dumb
Using me for your come up
Ask me "how i'm still making hits?"
I just push it out like a cum dump
Only junior with some power
Is Cory Booker
Said i got big bars had to double book her
Is that a booger?
Blow out your snot
Even though they made a scene
I still gave em props
All of my bitches queens
And they coming for your bitches spot
(ohh)
Every little shot i seen
Had to hit em in their blinding spot
Ruined your self esteem
Now y'all made amends?
You call em "friend" (uh)
Start with me and there ain't no end
Like my belly button a bitch go in
(Yeahhh)
(Rrrrr)
Bitches out here talking (uh huh)
Keep it on the low (boom)
Niggas see who winning
So we're who they're coming for
(So we're who they're coming for)
I can't name no bitch debuting
All these rappers come and go
(All these rappers come and go, yeah)
Only time a nigga pick up
When it's money on the phone
(Yeah, boom boom)
So can you put it on me?
Only if you know me
So don't be blowing up my phone
Cause you can't control me (yeah)
So can you put it on me?
Only if you know me
So don't be blowing up my phone
Cause you can't control me (yeah)
Yeah, Yeah
Guess i got you in the zone
You can't leave me lone'
(you can't leave me lone')
(ahh haa)
Shawty said she like my tone
That Prada cologne
(that Prada cologne)
And i make niggas turn their heads
When i enter rooms
(when i enter rooms)
Nigga hit me with that rock
He wan' be my groom
(he wan' be my groom)
But i could never no way (nahh)
My bitch going both ways (ahh)
Baddest bitches on the earth
Poppin' on a Sunday (barbie)
Yes i'm stylin'
I might pop up on em' at the runway (brrr)
My hoe riding
Pull up on em' in that Maserati (ahh ha)
I should call these bitches glory hole
Cause i'm in their mouth like a Tic-Tac (yeah)
When i send shots better get back
What's a break, bitch? to a Kit-Kat?
(Boom boom)
Yeah my dick long and my ass fat
Yeah my clip long and it's abstract (on God)
Bitches see a pic of my dick
And they get high but i won't crack (ahh)