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