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We on It Video (MV)




Performed By: G. Code
Language: English
Length: 3:48
Written by: Gerald Washington




G. Code - We on It Lyrics




That choppa be my hoe
I feel better when I'm riding with her Swerving down the I
Reefa stronger than a body builder
Big ass straps we holdin
I mean big black gats reloading
Hear that click clack then we Blowing
You can tell them boys we on it
I been looking for the smoke
Make me catch you with yo mouth Wide
Bitch I'm bout that action
Bet not let me catch you outside
Tell them boys we on it
A tell them boys we on it
A tell them boys we on it
A tell them boys we on it

A riding with my hoe naw that foe fif I meant side bitch
I'm on bullshit Kirk Hienrich
Got the foe foe it's my sidekick
I'm outside bitch
With a couple of gangstas
Fake niggas we a couple of strangers Ain't never rapped but keep a couple Of bangers
NWA but we some niggas with Anger
I'll die for mine when it's riding time twenty one shots so I'm primetime Bin Laden tools can't find mine
And I'm on the gas that's high crime Macc and Pee they riding wit me
G-Unit choppa it's holding fifty
I'm a bad boy and this forty Biggie Might slip and slide cause this daddy Tricky
When it come to beef I'm mad picky Only pop for that real shit
My niggas bussing off real quick
Catching moe bodies I'm real pissed Headshots like I'm John Wick Straight dunking on em like Shawn Kemp
Have em catching bullets like Rod Smith
Straight work em out no CrossFit
I got stuck on doing this boss shit
All my niggas be on it bruh
Grab the skrap and then load it up
While them f*ck niggas try to Undercut
Hit em wit a Ryu uppercut
Yoppa wit me ol freaky slut
Cold steel but it'll heat ya up
Straight haymakers it'll beat ya up

That choppa be my hoe
I feel better when I'm riding with her Swerving down the I
Reefa stronger than a body builder
Big ass straps we holdin
I mean big black gats reloading
Hear that click clack then we Blowing
You can tell them boys we on it
I been looking for the smoke
Make me catch you with yo mouth Wide
Bitch I'm bout that action
Bet not let me catch you outside
Tell them boys we on it
A tell them boys we on it
A tell them boys we on it
A tell them boys we on it

That yoppa be my hoe
I feel better when I'm gripping on Her
She a lil shy I don't put to much Attention on her
Holdin 50 shots had to put some More extension on her
They ain't never seen it cause this Here a new invention on her
Chasing millionaires young Chamillionaire Im riding dirty
We do this shit often like I'm golfing And I'm shooting birdie
Wheels is swerving smirking while We merkin off yo family hurting Strapped up like a Persian and that's Working so it's back to serving Ratchet told me get em I was trying To let these niggas live
Told em fall in line they want trying To be cooperative
It's time to pop some shit
Catch him while he shoppin drop Him quick
Not on no hostile shit but for my LaFamilia mobster shit
My queen say stop yo shit cause she Don't know where my mind going Birdbox with that pistol I can do this Shit here blindfolded
Smoking on some killa shit I swear it Got my mind zoning
Big pistols and killa shit go tell them Boys that I'm on it

That choppa be my hoe
I feel better when I'm riding with her Swerving down the I
Reefa stronger than a body builder
Big ass straps we holdin
I mean big black gats reloading
Hear that click clack then we Blowing
You can tell them boys we on it
I been looking for the smoke
Make me catch you with yo mouth Wide
Bitch I'm bout that action
Bet not let me catch you outside
Tell them boys we on it
A tell them boys we on it
A tell them boys we on it
A tell them boys we on it
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That choppa be my hoe
I feel better when I'm riding with her Swerving down the I
Reefa stronger than a body builder
Big ass straps we holdin
I mean big black gats reloading
Hear that click clack then we Blowing
You can tell them boys we on it
I been looking for the smoke
Make me catch you with yo mouth Wide
Bitch I'm bout that action
Bet not let me catch you outside
Tell them boys we on it
A tell them boys we on it
A tell them boys we on it
A tell them boys we on it

A riding with my hoe naw that foe fif I meant side bitch
I'm on bullshit Kirk Hienrich
Got the foe foe it's my sidekick
I'm outside bitch
With a couple of gangstas
Fake niggas we a couple of strangers Ain't never rapped but keep a couple Of bangers
NWA but we some niggas with Anger
I'll die for mine when it's riding time twenty one shots so I'm primetime Bin Laden tools can't find mine
And I'm on the gas that's high crime Macc and Pee they riding wit me
G-Unit choppa it's holding fifty
I'm a bad boy and this forty Biggie Might slip and slide cause this daddy Tricky
When it come to beef I'm mad picky Only pop for that real shit
My niggas bussing off real quick
Catching moe bodies I'm real pissed Headshots like I'm John Wick Straight dunking on em like Shawn Kemp
Have em catching bullets like Rod Smith
Straight work em out no CrossFit
I got stuck on doing this boss shit
All my niggas be on it bruh
Grab the skrap and then load it up
While them f*ck niggas try to Undercut
Hit em wit a Ryu uppercut
Yoppa wit me ol freaky slut
Cold steel but it'll heat ya up
Straight haymakers it'll beat ya up

That choppa be my hoe
I feel better when I'm riding with her Swerving down the I
Reefa stronger than a body builder
Big ass straps we holdin
I mean big black gats reloading
Hear that click clack then we Blowing
You can tell them boys we on it
I been looking for the smoke
Make me catch you with yo mouth Wide
Bitch I'm bout that action
Bet not let me catch you outside
Tell them boys we on it
A tell them boys we on it
A tell them boys we on it
A tell them boys we on it

That yoppa be my hoe
I feel better when I'm gripping on Her
She a lil shy I don't put to much Attention on her
Holdin 50 shots had to put some More extension on her
They ain't never seen it cause this Here a new invention on her
Chasing millionaires young Chamillionaire Im riding dirty
We do this shit often like I'm golfing And I'm shooting birdie
Wheels is swerving smirking while We merkin off yo family hurting Strapped up like a Persian and that's Working so it's back to serving Ratchet told me get em I was trying To let these niggas live
Told em fall in line they want trying To be cooperative
It's time to pop some shit
Catch him while he shoppin drop Him quick
Not on no hostile shit but for my LaFamilia mobster shit
My queen say stop yo shit cause she Don't know where my mind going Birdbox with that pistol I can do this Shit here blindfolded
Smoking on some killa shit I swear it Got my mind zoning
Big pistols and killa shit go tell them Boys that I'm on it

That choppa be my hoe
I feel better when I'm riding with her Swerving down the I
Reefa stronger than a body builder
Big ass straps we holdin
I mean big black gats reloading
Hear that click clack then we Blowing
You can tell them boys we on it
I been looking for the smoke
Make me catch you with yo mouth Wide
Bitch I'm bout that action
Bet not let me catch you outside
Tell them boys we on it
A tell them boys we on it
A tell them boys we on it
A tell them boys we on it
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Writer: Gerald Washington
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