I’m On (Remix)

[Intro: Cash Kidd]
Helluva made this beat baby
Helly on the beat, you know we got one
Helly on the beat, you know we, yeah
When the fuck this bitch gon' drop
I think it's 'bout to drop right now
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Ride down his block, better not slow down, ayy
You know we outside with them poles out, ayy
Bands so fire, bring the hoes out, ayy
I ran it up on niggas, bitch I'm on now, ayy
Had to jugg a nigga with some fake pills, yeah
Jugged another nigga with some fake bills, yeah
I never broke the code, I remained real
Tryna see how havin' M's in the safe feel

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
Bitch say she want a perky, we got boatloads, ayy
Did a turn-around like the road closed, ayy
Niggas hatin', I'm the GOAT though, yeah
Niggas pillow talkin' to they broke hoes, yeah
Got this rap shit in a chokehold, ayy
Let me change it up
I don't trick, I make hoes pay to fuck, I can't make this up
Facing blunts like it's 4/20, no not eighty bucks
Ain't tryna kick it, you can catch these bullets like I faked a punt, ayy
Got a rap bitch, she realer than my cold ones, yeah
I know some new niggas realer than my old ones, yeah
She say before you come, grab some Fruit Roll-Ups
'Cause this dick got your bitch whipped like a tow truck
Teacher said what you wanna be when you grow up?
Not rap, but this was God's plan, this shit chose us
Bro say niggas only 'round case I blow up
Got my eyes open, I can barely trust my own blood
You say y'all accept credit? okay okie-dokie
Slid another rental, doin' doughnuts like I'm holy moly
In the O, just did a turn around like the hokie pokies
Hundreds in my pocket balled up like a rollie-pollie
Ayy, havin' fun with this shit now
Yeah now I can use my face as a discount
Mama don't you worry 'cause I keep it on me
Wet a nigga shirt, bet he, die like some bleach was on him
Made believers out of bitches, they was sleepin' on me
Multitasking, getting head and I'm eatin' Coney
Tell my bitch to pray for me, I got demons on me
Fuck around and dump the whole clip like it cheated on me
Gettin' groceries with them Visa's on me, you can ask my ex
Free Ty, I fuck with Stackboys, make cash and checks
Just did homework on the opp, I bet we pass the test
Gettin' off, these niggas sick dog, they should be at the vet

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Ride down his block, better not slow down, ayy
You know we outside with them poles out, ayy
Bands so fire, bring the hoes out, ayy
I ran it up on niggas, bitch I'm on now, ayy
Had to jugg a nigga with some fake pills, yeah
Jugged another nigga with some fake bills, yeah
I never broke the code, I remained real
Tryna see how havin' M's in the safe feel, yeah

[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
All these chains around my neck, come and get you one
You ain't caught me out yet, nigga give it up
Niggas type for nothin'
See your coffee, you ain't cuttin' up
She gon' run it up
On this dick she be cuttin' up
You niggas talkin' like you ripped but you ain't buff
Damn that bitch got hella ass but some make-up
Wouldn't let her eye pass, ain't no A plus
Got niggas waitin' by your bed when you wake up
Catch me ridin' with this chop, this my mini-me
Free the opps, let me ride on my enemies
I think I had an epiphany
Every nigga with me chopstickin', it's a symphony
And you can catch me in your city with this ice on me
Keep that pipe on me
How he clutchin' with that knife on him
Got my niggas with me
Not referring to my white homies
Hold on bitch, don't get too close, I got all white on me
I would never take no deal like a bad advance
I wouldn't even cuff your bitch if I had the chance
If a nigga want my verse, I need cash advance
Bet this forty make this stiff, this nigga Michael Jackson dance
Moonwalking on that bitch with these Maisons on
I'm the reason why your baby daddy made a song
Hate a broke bitch who can't make her own
Bitch if you wasn't stuck up I might've turned your cable on
I put diamonds in my teeth, it made me speak different
When I thought about your life, it made me think different
Like if I was in your shoes and I just kept losing
I know that'd never happen 'cause I keep winning
I'm that nigga in my section but thet pole on me
Case a hating nigga just decide he want to score on me
And everybody time come, don't feel sad for me
And nigga you can't pull my card, I got cash on me

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Ride down his block, better not slow down, ayy
You know we outside with them poles out, ayy
Bands so fire, bring the hoes out, ayy
I ran it up on niggas, bitch I'm on now, ayy
Had to jugg a nigga with some fake pills, yeah
Jugged another nigga with some fake bills, yeah
I never broke the code, I remained real
Tryna see how havin' M's in the safe feel, yeah

[Outro: Cash Kidd]
Play still
Shout out to my people, how that drake feel, yeah
Ran it up on niggas, bitch I'm on now
Ran it up on niggas, bitch I'm on now
Ran it up on niggas, bitch we on now