On Me DJ Bandz (Ft. G Herbo, Lil Durk & Skippa Da Flippa)

[Intro: DJ Bandz]
(Chopsquad)
Traplanta shit, Skippa Da Flippa in this bitch, man
Get It Gang, Temper Up Gang
Shoot 'Em Up Gang, Take Some' Gang
On me

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Durk]
These niggas on me (Let's get it), these bitches on me (M's)
Got designer on me, Chilanta on me
I got Gucci on me (Got Gucci on me), I got Louis on me (Got Louis on me)
Don't act stupid, homie, got a fifty-shot movie on me (Brrt)

[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa & Lil Durk]
It's on me (It's on me)
It's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
It's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
It's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
Said, it's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
Yeah, it's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
It's on me
Said, it's on me

[Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa]
Flippa!
Designer, yeah, it's on me
I got Frosted Flake Cookies, you might mistake me for Tony (Twin)
OTF Migos gang, those are my homies (Squad)
The chopper stay on me so I’m never lonely (Gra)
Play her like Playstation, think I was Sony
Spending ten on some Margielas, they can’t be phony
Gucci and Louis, I can’t do the Fendi
Sing pull the four-five if you try to fend me
I got ten Louis belts when I trap Lindsey
Only the trappers and dabbers can feel me
Free flak' in my Backwood, you know that I faced it
For moms, a Birkin as soon as I made it
The Percocet turn me up, think I was wasted
And I stay with a pint, nigga, fuck getting faded (Pint)
Migo the gang, and we having artillery
Pistol-grip pump and that bitch kick you, literally
I dab in seven designers, so you 'member me
Fresh copped a Benz when I copped that Kimberly
All bout the guala so you know I got a check
Balmain my britches while I throw up my set
Dab on a nigga, tell him, "No disrespect"
And a nigga still havin' by the chains on my neck
Flippa!