[Intro: OnPointLikeOP]
(QR'Ns, you go wild, nigga)
(Ryan, what took you so long?)
(Thank You, Chase)
Oh, oh, oh-oh
[Chorus: OnPointLikeOP]
Pussy, shit probably new to you, but ain't new to me (No)
Been touchin' money, been gettin' bitches way before puberty (Rack, rack)
Duckin' from the cops, remember those times used to be truancy?
Speak on my name or my gang (Gang, gang), end up on eulogy
I'm in field, wishin' it was two of me
How is she your bitch, but she pursuin' me? (Ugh)
Everybody think they real, but they really pussy with jewelry (Pussy)
Nigga, probably foolin' bitches, but you ain't foolin' me
Nigga, probably foolin' bitches, but you ain't foolin' me
[Verse 1: OnPointLikeOP]
Jumped into these streets way too advanced
Hopped off the porch, always had a plan
See me an opp, shoot him, double hands (Bah)
Ain't gotta talk, leave him where he stand (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
Niggas be chattin', lyin' on they mans
'Til niggas murk 'em, smoke 'em like strain, ha (Ha)
Now that I'm rich, ain't smokin' nick, got it by the gram
If you tryna win, gotta take a risk, everywhere I go fully equipped, ha
If I don't got it, know brodie got it, keep it on his hip (Bah, bah, bah)
Slide in an Uber, bet you get lift (You know)
With this .45, lettin' off six, bah, bah
Tell them hatin' niggas get off my dick
See me an opp, spin 'em like a fan
Know I preform like Van Damme
Know a nigga been nice with the hands, but I still let it fly on cam' (Bah, bah, grrt)
Ha, misunderstood, hope they understand (Hope they understand)
Like, just from the trenches (Just from the trenches), finally got a plan (Finally got a plan)
(QR'Ns, you go wild, nigga)
(Ryan, what took you so long?)
(Thank You, Chase)
Oh, oh, oh-oh
[Chorus: OnPointLikeOP]
Pussy, shit probably new to you, but ain't new to me (No)
Been touchin' money, been gettin' bitches way before puberty (Rack, rack)
Duckin' from the cops, remember those times used to be truancy?
Speak on my name or my gang (Gang, gang), end up on eulogy
I'm in field, wishin' it was two of me
How is she your bitch, but she pursuin' me? (Ugh)
Everybody think they real, but they really pussy with jewelry (Pussy)
Nigga, probably foolin' bitches, but you ain't foolin' me
Nigga, probably foolin' bitches, but you ain't foolin' me
[Verse 1: OnPointLikeOP]
Jumped into these streets way too advanced
Hopped off the porch, always had a plan
See me an opp, shoot him, double hands (Bah)
Ain't gotta talk, leave him where he stand (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
Niggas be chattin', lyin' on they mans
'Til niggas murk 'em, smoke 'em like strain, ha (Ha)
Now that I'm rich, ain't smokin' nick, got it by the gram
If you tryna win, gotta take a risk, everywhere I go fully equipped, ha
If I don't got it, know brodie got it, keep it on his hip (Bah, bah, bah)
Slide in an Uber, bet you get lift (You know)
With this .45, lettin' off six, bah, bah
Tell them hatin' niggas get off my dick
See me an opp, spin 'em like a fan
Know I preform like Van Damme
Know a nigga been nice with the hands, but I still let it fly on cam' (Bah, bah, grrt)
Ha, misunderstood, hope they understand (Hope they understand)
Like, just from the trenches (Just from the trenches), finally got a plan (Finally got a plan)
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