We On Our Way Fredo Santana (Ft. Tory Lanez)
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[Intro: Fredo Santana]
We on our way, I'm on my way (Baby, gotta know)
Savage Squad, bitch, we on our way
Talk to 'em T Lanez
[Chorus: Tory Lanez & Fredo Santana]
Hopped up out the 'Rari, now they say I'm on my way
If she don't leave with me, I'ma send her on her way (Thot)
My whip so fade, ya'll niggas so scared, I know they all afraid (Skrt skrt, what?)
If she don't leave with me, I'ma send her on her way (Baby, gotta know, what?)
I'm on my way, young niggas don't play, I'm on my way
And my bitch on the way, huh, young nigga don't play (Haha), young nigga don't play
I swear I'm on my way, I'm on my way, young nigga don't play (Way)
I swear I'm on my way, young nigga don't play, I swear
[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
Never signed a deal (Nah), independent, had to make a way (I did)
Call my plug, say he got that yay, need that shit today
Got chips like Frito-Lay, bitches do what Fredo say (They do, yeah)
Text their phone and they text me back like "I'm on my way" (Okay, I'm on my way)
I'm on my way (Okay), talkin' money? Let's conversate (Let's get it)
Chasin' bitches? I'm chasin' cake, front on me, that K gon' spray (Grrah, grah)
That K gone spray (Grrah), chopper beat like 808
Front you work and you don't pay, kill your ass the next day
Tell these fuck niggas catch up (Catch up), 'cause I'm on my way (Phew)
Call a club up, tell 'em "Squad, bitch, we on our way" (Squad)
Bitches comin' every way (Thots), poppin' Xans like everyday
Niggas fake, bitches fake, but I knew that anyway (Anyway)
We on our way, I'm on my way (Baby, gotta know)
Savage Squad, bitch, we on our way
Talk to 'em T Lanez
[Chorus: Tory Lanez & Fredo Santana]
Hopped up out the 'Rari, now they say I'm on my way
If she don't leave with me, I'ma send her on her way (Thot)
My whip so fade, ya'll niggas so scared, I know they all afraid (Skrt skrt, what?)
If she don't leave with me, I'ma send her on her way (Baby, gotta know, what?)
I'm on my way, young niggas don't play, I'm on my way
And my bitch on the way, huh, young nigga don't play (Haha), young nigga don't play
I swear I'm on my way, I'm on my way, young nigga don't play (Way)
I swear I'm on my way, young nigga don't play, I swear
[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
Never signed a deal (Nah), independent, had to make a way (I did)
Call my plug, say he got that yay, need that shit today
Got chips like Frito-Lay, bitches do what Fredo say (They do, yeah)
Text their phone and they text me back like "I'm on my way" (Okay, I'm on my way)
I'm on my way (Okay), talkin' money? Let's conversate (Let's get it)
Chasin' bitches? I'm chasin' cake, front on me, that K gon' spray (Grrah, grah)
That K gone spray (Grrah), chopper beat like 808
Front you work and you don't pay, kill your ass the next day
Tell these fuck niggas catch up (Catch up), 'cause I'm on my way (Phew)
Call a club up, tell 'em "Squad, bitch, we on our way" (Squad)
Bitches comin' every way (Thots), poppin' Xans like everyday
Niggas fake, bitches fake, but I knew that anyway (Anyway)
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