Got It On Me - Pop Smoke

Don't know if it's the murders, the robbery's, the beef, the trap, The hood, the straps, don't know, But somethings got me on it! I'm on it, I'm on it! Somethings got me on it! I'm on it, I'm on it! Shut up and listen! Maybe its cause it's a bunch fake ass nigga's out here, fake ass rappers Tell me how many real niggas love? I'm just trying to figure it out! Something got me on it out here. . leggo! Don't know if it's the murders, the robbery's, the beef, the trap, The hood, the straps, don't know, But somethings got me on it! I'm on it, I'm on it! Somethings got me on it! I'm on it, I'm on it! Don't know if it's the pills, the weed, the coke, the lean, The way I'm yellow taping off the scene! But somethings got me on it! I'm on it, I'm on it! But somethings got me on it! I'm on it, I'm on it! OK, OK, I'm bad, I'm serving, I'm leaning, I'm swerving I'm strapped for certain these young niggas is hurting! On bond, I'm lurking, I'm killing, I'm murking I'm shooting, I'm working, I'm only one person! No tags, blue rag, you mad and I'm glad Got a chrome 44 mag, put niggers in body bag Ay one yola, no soda, no oil base, just overs,? I'm a soldier, I told ya, i put cashville on my Shoudlers, Nigger fuck me, fuck you Fuck him and fuck her too! Fuck that I want somethin new Top down, no sunroof Hundred pounds I run through I'm running around like my son due Never say how she done you, I kick a bitch out, kung fu Told ya, I'm a come through No religion, just true Thirty chickens, front you, betta not give me no ones doo Still pimping, don juan, all the mirrors, on our arms Country nigger live in a barn Growin kush on yall farm Don't know if its the plug, the powder, the money, the power, The way that half of these rap niggers cowards But Somethings got me on it I'm on it, I'm on it! Somethings got me on it! I'm on it, I'm on it! Don't know if it's the jail, the pen, the rose, the hen, The way I'm back on my buck shit again! But somethings got me on it, I'm on it, Somethings got me on it, I'm on it! I'm cooking, I'm watching, I'm looking, I'm shopping I'm tired of all these people asking me when am I dropping I'm rolling, I'm rocking, I'm moving, not stopping I'm loading up my chopper out here, bout to get it popping! You flexing, I'm stressing, and I still ain't learned my lesson I'm countin up all my blessings, and I'm putin em all in investments. These hoes ain't shit, but they on my dick I just started, you quit, I'm real, and you a bitch! I'm hell, no scale, I got eight balls for sale And I hate yall that tell, I pray yall get killed. I'm an outlaw, without yall, mayweather, south paw, Ring the bell, sound off, I smell pussy, hounddog Court cases, probation, one god, one nation Nerves bad, no patiences, selling dope is my occupation. Fuck a rap group, fuck the label, I'm in the trap with no cable And I want your seed if you ain't gone bring nothing to the table, nigggha Don't know if its The Lord, the Devil, the bricks, the pebblez The way these niggas can't get on my level But somethings got me on it I'm on it, I'm on it Somethings got me on it I'm on it, I'm on it Okkkkkk Okkk o k Don't know if it's the love, the hate, the pieces, the weight The way they say they real, but they fake. But somethings got me on it I'm on it, I'm on it Okokok okkk Real talk You know its more black people in the pen than anything We kill about this money It ain't one black president on that shit I'm just being real, you should be real too. Cashville Records nigga, This rap shit is mine Bitch niggas ya time is up, It's Buck! Holla when you see me nigga! But... make sure you say the right shit... Live Loyal, Die Rich

Hit town like a freight train runnin' Starin' at us like deer in the headlights Never thought you had another thing comin' Did the same damn thing to 'em last night Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke Little gal in the skin tight britches Get up and get down to the front row Sure, hope your boyfriend ain't lookin' He won't get hurt by what he don't know He don't know that I know, and you know I got some plans for you, baby Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke, yeah Oh, yeah, uh-huh Come on, yeah Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now (Go now, go now, go now) Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke Oh, watch 'em now