Big Grind - It's On Lyrics

If we wasn't broke with each other niggaz really unknown
They trying to figure me through the media butting nothing wrong
Nickel hit you it won't tickle that bitch breaking some bones
And if you ever did some foul shit on my shorties it's on
If we wasn't broke with each other niggaz really unknown
They trying to figure me through the media but ain't nothing wrong
Nickel hit you it won't tickle that bitch breaking some bones
And if you ever did some foul shit on my shorties it's on
If u ever did me wrong lil nigga just know it's on
And u won't even see the get back cause we coming so strong
Smoke so much exotic weed the stench just stuck on my clothes
Still got 2018 money like I buried my rolls
Aint even get a call the net told me my nigga was gone
And now he sleeping peacefully in the air flying like a drone
I text my cousin every day he in the feds with his phone
He always tell me put that money up and watch it grow long
F*ck on nigga can't get no loan
Stacked this shit from zero on my own
Any nigga I allow in my home
Sittin in my throne
A blow off your dome
We grown men so please watch yo tone
And by any means correct me I'm wrong
Crazy half the niggas I put in my songs
Dead or in jail or we don't get along
Had to learn the money don't get shown
Niggaz could just look and see what we on
Bitch ima Taurus I be in my mode niggas don't never know what he on
Nigga you a Weiner check out my demeanor everything well with me he stone
Fresh out the cleaners pop out with Nina or the four fina squeeze her he gone
If we wasn't broke with eachother niggaz really unknown
They trying to figure me through the media but ain't nothing wrong
Nickel hit you it won't tickle that bitch breaking some bones
And if you ever did some foul shit on my shorties it's on
If we wasn't broke with eachother niggaz really unknown
They trying to figure me through the media but ain't nothing wrong
Nickel hit you it won't tickle that bitch breaking some bones
And if you ever did some foul shit on my shorties it's on
On my shorties if u play me when I catch you it's on
I'm trying to handle business white people say I smell strong
Well shit exotic the cologne every flavor get blown
I try to stay low-key but f*ck this money making me known
Candy ass niggas sweet just like skittles
Not a mind reader I don't solve riddles
Yeah I got a lot pretend its a little
Any type of gaffle break down the middle
Nickel shoot missiles call her by a whistle
She a dog bitch on dick she gone nibble
Niggaz really flipping like a damn griddle
Paint a perfect picture f*ck no I scribbled
Bronem be wilding they not really civil
Any where we at you know its couple pistols
Wipe a lil salty give me a lil tissue
Play in my hand watch how I dribble
You can get yo issue f*cking plain simple
Great white the symbol watch how I swindle
Shit that I tote a leave a man crippled
Abuse the za could still use my mental
Shit that I seen a leave a brain crushed
Aint bout to pass it when I flame up
Use to have nothing shit he came up
Niggaz full of envy keep the thang tucked
How the f*ck you hating u can't name us
But thats how it go don't get flamed up
Y'all know these hoes we hitting the same slut
We don't f*ck with niggaz they can't claim us
If we wasn't broke with eachother niggaz really unknown
They trying to figure me through the media but aint nothing wrong
Nickel hit you it won't tickle that bitch breaking some bones
And if you ever did some foul shit on my shorties it's on