Ayy, I'm on they ass, I have them hitters outside in they grass
I was tryna f*ckin' chill, but they done f*ckin' made me mad
They say that I ain't goin' hard, well watch me get inside my bag
I put a button on that blick and I got hollows in them mags
Bitch, I ain't bluffin', f*ck with me and that shit come with repercussions
It been X amount of years, I came up all the way from nothin
I peep the scene I want her bad, like, bitch, you tryna f*ck with somethin'
I can dog your stupid ass, or love you bad, bitch, how you want it
Walkin' 'round with racks on me inside my f*ckin' Guapi jeans
I won't repeat the shit I say, cause, bitch, I say the shit I mean
I go wherever that I want, and I ain't worried bout a thing
You niggas broker than a bitch you got a dollar and a dream
He say he wanna shoot the ones, well, tell that bitch to get up with me
I be posted where I'm from, and that's in f*ckin' No Luv City
Bitch, I'm a different f*ckin' breed, these niggas can't do nothin' with me
These niggas must be off that shit, bitch, drop your nuts and get up with me
Them racist bitches search my whip, and they ain't even find a blink
I don't even f*ck with swine, tell cpd to suck my dick
Bitch, I ain't trippin' off that shit from they ass, I need a nick
I probably got way too much pride, won't let a bitch come tell me shit
I'm on they ass, I have them hitters outside in they grass
I was tryna f*ckin' chill, but they done f*ckin' made me mad
They say that I ain't goin' hard, well watch me get inside my bag
I put a button on that blick and I got hollows in them mags
Double crosses when I step, cause, nigga, that's just how I'm comin
What's on my feet more than the G, I think I paid like thirteen hundred
4TS, I stand on law, these other niggas runnin' from it
You say that you don't give a f*ck, well, let me show you how I'm comin
Grave diggers and dog hoes, bitch, I f*ck with all those
This designer fashion, I ain't shoppin' at no aldo
Ain't got no stripe to f*ck with me, they searchin' for him like he Waldo
She try to thug a nigga bad, well, tell that bitch that she can't call four
Bitch, I stand on all, ten ain't with me, you ain't all in
Bitch, I blocked your number, tell me why the f*ck you callin'
The hardest lies be to yourself, so tell me why the f*ck you stallin'
Won't let a ho come round and waste my f*ckin' time, so, bitch, what up
I'm on they ass, I have them hitters outside in they grass
I was tryna f*ckin' chill, but they done f*ckin' made me mad
They say that I ain't goin' hard, well watch me get inside my bag
I put a button on that blick and I got hollows in them mags
4 Time$ - On They Ass Lyrics
4 Time$ - On They Ass Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
Ayy, I'm on they ass, I have them hitters outside in they grass
I was tryna f*ckin' chill, but they done f*ckin' made me mad
They say that I ain't goin' hard, well watch me get inside my bag
I put a button on that blick and I got hollows in them mags
Bitch, I ain't bluffin', f*ck with me and that shit come with repercussions
It been X amount of years, I came up all the way from nothin
I peep the scene I want her bad, like, bitch, you tryna f*ck with somethin'
I can dog your stupid ass, or love you bad, bitch, how you want it
Walkin' 'round with racks on me inside my f*ckin' Guapi jeans
I won't repeat the shit I say, cause, bitch, I say the shit I mean
I go wherever that I want, and I ain't worried bout a thing
You niggas broker than a bitch you got a dollar and a dream
He say he wanna shoot the ones, well, tell that bitch to get up with me
I be posted where I'm from, and that's in f*ckin' No Luv City
Bitch, I'm a different f*ckin' breed, these niggas can't do nothin' with me
These niggas must be off that shit, bitch, drop your nuts and get up with me
Them racist bitches search my whip, and they ain't even find a blink
I don't even f*ck with swine, tell cpd to suck my dick
Bitch, I ain't trippin' off that shit from they ass, I need a nick
I probably got way too much pride, won't let a bitch come tell me shit
I'm on they ass, I have them hitters outside in they grass
I was tryna f*ckin' chill, but they done f*ckin' made me mad
They say that I ain't goin' hard, well watch me get inside my bag
I put a button on that blick and I got hollows in them mags
Double crosses when I step, cause, nigga, that's just how I'm comin
What's on my feet more than the G, I think I paid like thirteen hundred
4TS, I stand on law, these other niggas runnin' from it
You say that you don't give a f*ck, well, let me show you how I'm comin
Grave diggers and dog hoes, bitch, I f*ck with all those
This designer fashion, I ain't shoppin' at no aldo
Ain't got no stripe to f*ck with me, they searchin' for him like he Waldo
She try to thug a nigga bad, well, tell that bitch that she can't call four
Bitch, I stand on all, ten ain't with me, you ain't all in
Bitch, I blocked your number, tell me why the f*ck you callin'
The hardest lies be to yourself, so tell me why the f*ck you stallin'
Won't let a ho come round and waste my f*ckin' time, so, bitch, what up
I'm on they ass, I have them hitters outside in they grass
I was tryna f*ckin' chill, but they done f*ckin' made me mad
They say that I ain't goin' hard, well watch me get inside my bag
I put a button on that blick and I got hollows in them mags
I was tryna f*ckin' chill, but they done f*ckin' made me mad
They say that I ain't goin' hard, well watch me get inside my bag
I put a button on that blick and I got hollows in them mags
Bitch, I ain't bluffin', f*ck with me and that shit come with repercussions
It been X amount of years, I came up all the way from nothin
I peep the scene I want her bad, like, bitch, you tryna f*ck with somethin'
I can dog your stupid ass, or love you bad, bitch, how you want it
Walkin' 'round with racks on me inside my f*ckin' Guapi jeans
I won't repeat the shit I say, cause, bitch, I say the shit I mean
I go wherever that I want, and I ain't worried bout a thing
You niggas broker than a bitch you got a dollar and a dream
He say he wanna shoot the ones, well, tell that bitch to get up with me
I be posted where I'm from, and that's in f*ckin' No Luv City
Bitch, I'm a different f*ckin' breed, these niggas can't do nothin' with me
These niggas must be off that shit, bitch, drop your nuts and get up with me
Them racist bitches search my whip, and they ain't even find a blink
I don't even f*ck with swine, tell cpd to suck my dick
Bitch, I ain't trippin' off that shit from they ass, I need a nick
I probably got way too much pride, won't let a bitch come tell me shit
I'm on they ass, I have them hitters outside in they grass
I was tryna f*ckin' chill, but they done f*ckin' made me mad
They say that I ain't goin' hard, well watch me get inside my bag
I put a button on that blick and I got hollows in them mags
Double crosses when I step, cause, nigga, that's just how I'm comin
What's on my feet more than the G, I think I paid like thirteen hundred
4TS, I stand on law, these other niggas runnin' from it
You say that you don't give a f*ck, well, let me show you how I'm comin
Grave diggers and dog hoes, bitch, I f*ck with all those
This designer fashion, I ain't shoppin' at no aldo
Ain't got no stripe to f*ck with me, they searchin' for him like he Waldo
She try to thug a nigga bad, well, tell that bitch that she can't call four
Bitch, I stand on all, ten ain't with me, you ain't all in
Bitch, I blocked your number, tell me why the f*ck you callin'
The hardest lies be to yourself, so tell me why the f*ck you stallin'
Won't let a ho come round and waste my f*ckin' time, so, bitch, what up
I'm on they ass, I have them hitters outside in they grass
I was tryna f*ckin' chill, but they done f*ckin' made me mad
They say that I ain't goin' hard, well watch me get inside my bag
I put a button on that blick and I got hollows in them mags
Writer: Eddie Wilson IV
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid