We On! ​brandUn DeShay (Ft. Mac Miller & Sir Michael Rocks)

[Intro: brandUn DeShay]
Ah

[Verse 1: brandUn DeShay]
I'm slicker this year, I'm sick of this year
Ain't gonna stop it, come off this topic 'cause I'm sick of this here
It's not even fall and I'm already sick of this year
These old fuckers is Warren Buffet, it's gettin' tickled with fear
Actin' obnoxious, you guys really wish you was here
I'm at the top, it's a load of bad bitches and beer
A few drinkers but it's lots of simpers
A few smokers with a box of Swishers
More than an ounce 'cause it's lots of zippers
Like a Michael Jackson jacket, it's lots to have it
The box of matches, red stripe with the socks to match it
The type of talent that's harder to find than Pac's assassin
We leave 'em sick, leave 'em sick in a toxic fashion
Yo, we the shit, we the shit, they cannot imagine
The best way to compare the flow is a wave crashin'
They see Shay, they see Ye, it's the same passion
The ways to make you disappear and it ain't magic

[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks]
It's too hard to stop now
'Cause from the get-go (Girl, make that ass drop down)
What you on the fence for? (Diggy-diggy-diggy-dan)
Put the money in my hand
You know the program, bitch, this the jam
I got 'em sayin', "We on" (We on, we on)
We on (On, on), come on, come on (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (On, come on), uh, uh
It's too hard to stop now
'Cause from the get-go (Girl, make that ass drop down)
What you on the fence for? (Diggy-diggy-diggy-dan)
Put the money in my hand
You know the program, bitch, this the jam
I got 'em sayin', "We on" (We on, we on)
We on (On, on), come on, come on (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (On), yeah, yeah (Come on), yeah