We On!

[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

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Ayo, me and Mikey Rocks got you jumpin' like a pair of Nike Shox
Thinkin' out the box, leave 'em itchin', chickenpox
This is hot, this is nonsense, shut your mouth, sit and watch
Shit I drop is atomic bombs, leave 'em unconscious
Hoes be actin' pompous, but we know they want us
Last to leave the lab, got a key so I can lock up
Forgot what we do this for, rings like it's the Super Bowl
Kings of all things with the means to do these beautiful groupie hoes
After doin' shows, how we use the road to explode
If you didn't, you should know
Super flows, I'm usin' those, turn a rookie to a pro
Pussy muhfuckers straight smellin' like a coochie ho
Yo, your bars are clever, ours are way better
Sharp cheddar mixed with mozzarella
Your beat's from Virgin, mine's from Vendetta
One good song, then you gone, we'll forget ya
Sugar to some Splenda, tender-ass heart
Feel bad for your slow ass, so here's a jump-start, hey
I be fuckin' with some hoes, freaks who suckin' on my toes, ha
You lookin' shy, girl, what's underneath them clothes?
I be fuckin' them like, "Woah, woah, slow down 'fore you kill me, Mac"
Leave her on her bed, all surprised her body still intact
This a fact, it's a wrap, silly if you think it's wack
I just got a milly, yeah, for really, got you feelin' bad (Yeah, yeah)

[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