It’s Officially Done J.I the Prince of N.Y

[Intro]
Haha, Nene

[Pre-Chorus]
She blowin' up my phone sayin' it's over now
She movin' like she found somebody else to hold her down
I keep a Rollie on my wrist like I don't know the time
My back is what the fuck they're tryna go behind

[Chorus]
So I'm shittin' on these bitches if they stall on me
And a nigga will take a muscle and put it all on me
I extend my hands to let you fall on me
But that slick shit you be pullin' ain't gon fuck with me, no, no
(On me, on me, on me, on me, on me, on me, on me)
(And I remember when I used to let you put it on me)

[Verse 1]
What is this? Numbers in your pocket
I remember when you used to give me sloppy toppy
That's your nickname, girl, 'cause your tongue game off the chain (Yeah)
And by the way she used to swallow it
Before you last a day inside these kicks you gotta polish 'em
I could make you wet but I can't make no promises
Forty-thousand dollars on my wrist just to see what time it is
When you was fucked up, who you called on?
When you slip up, who you fall on? (Oh, oh)
On me, on me (Oh-oh), on me, on me, on me (Yeah)
The hatred is premeditated and it comes from familiar faces
And I don't wanna go there but this where I gotta fuckin' take it (Let me talk my)
These niggas I be sellin' 'em don't know where they comin' from
Who the fuck is you? Not somebody I was runnin' from
A crazy ass little motherfucker, yeah, I'm one of 'em
Real niggas on your block? I can't name one of 'em