Twenty-five bands in a day, huh
Niggas ain't 'bout what they say, huh
Niggas can't buy what they think, huh
Hol' on, my bitch on the way, huh
I got my foot on the neck, huh
Won't put my on the brake, huh
Walk with this hood on my face, huh
I'm at the heart of the pit
I'm in the heart of the 6
I'm in the mall with a blick
Niggas'll call it a bliss
Yeah, I put the Prada with Rick, huh
Don't give a f*ck if it fit, huh
I don't care who you got pull with
Don't push your luck in this bitch, huh
I don't care who you got cool with
Shit might combust in this bitch, huh
Coppers might bust in this bitch, huh
Shoppers might bust in this bitch, yah
Might wanna duck in this bitch, yah
I don't see nothin' but sticks, yah
It's not one puck in this bitch, yah
It's not one f*ck I can give, yah
Don't care what planet this, uh
I just abducted this bitch, yah
Might wanna jump from this ship, yah
Might not wanna f*ck with the big dog
I got my piece and it fit, cocked
I keep a piece like a jigsaw
I ride around with a Gen5
I call her Jen, like her lip, jaw
I just reminded the VIP, yuh
I left my mind in the VIP, yuh
I lost my mind in this bitch, yah
Twenty-five bands in a day, huh
Niggas ain't 'bout what they say, huh
Niggas can't buy what they think, huh
Hol' on, my bitch on the way, huh
I got my foot on the neck, huh
Won't put my on the brake, huh
Walk with this hood on my face, huh
Twenty-five bands in a day, huh
Niggas ain't 'bout what they say, huh
Niggas can't buy what they think, huh
Hol' on, my bitch on the way, huh
I got my foot on the neck, huh
Won't put my on the brake, huh
Walk with this hood on my face, huh
Twenty-five bands in a day, huh
Niggas ain't 'bout what they say, huh
Niggas can't buy what they think, huh
Hol' on, my bitch on the way, huh
I got my foot on the neck, huh
Won't put my on the brake, huh
Walk with this hood on my face, huh
Wopo (what's up?)
What up, bruh? (Ay)
Ay, Von, roll up some
Ayy, Cam, roll up
Nigga, I don't smoke (the nigga don't got no smoke)
The f*ck? (The nigga don't got no smoke)
Y'all ain't need to get mad, y'all ain't high no more
Y'all ain't got no more weed
No more weed? (What? Boy, you sound crazy as hell)
If we ain't got no more weed
Then you already know who we gotta go see then, right?
Crazy? (Oh no)
Look, I'm sorry, the East side can wait
You goin' west?
Kenny Mason - ON THE WAY Lyrics
Kenny Mason - ON THE WAY Lyrics
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Twenty-five bands in a day, huh
Niggas ain't 'bout what they say, huh
Niggas can't buy what they think, huh
Hol' on, my bitch on the way, huh
I got my foot on the neck, huh
Won't put my on the brake, huh
Walk with this hood on my face, huh
I'm at the heart of the pit
I'm in the heart of the 6
I'm in the mall with a blick
Niggas'll call it a bliss
Yeah, I put the Prada with Rick, huh
Don't give a f*ck if it fit, huh
I don't care who you got pull with
Don't push your luck in this bitch, huh
I don't care who you got cool with
Shit might combust in this bitch, huh
Coppers might bust in this bitch, huh
Shoppers might bust in this bitch, yah
Might wanna duck in this bitch, yah
I don't see nothin' but sticks, yah
It's not one puck in this bitch, yah
It's not one f*ck I can give, yah
Don't care what planet this, uh
I just abducted this bitch, yah
Might wanna jump from this ship, yah
Might not wanna f*ck with the big dog
I got my piece and it fit, cocked
I keep a piece like a jigsaw
I ride around with a Gen5
I call her Jen, like her lip, jaw
I just reminded the VIP, yuh
I left my mind in the VIP, yuh
I lost my mind in this bitch, yah
Twenty-five bands in a day, huh
Niggas ain't 'bout what they say, huh
Niggas can't buy what they think, huh
Hol' on, my bitch on the way, huh
I got my foot on the neck, huh
Won't put my on the brake, huh
Walk with this hood on my face, huh
Twenty-five bands in a day, huh
Niggas ain't 'bout what they say, huh
Niggas can't buy what they think, huh
Hol' on, my bitch on the way, huh
I got my foot on the neck, huh
Won't put my on the brake, huh
Walk with this hood on my face, huh
Twenty-five bands in a day, huh
Niggas ain't 'bout what they say, huh
Niggas can't buy what they think, huh
Hol' on, my bitch on the way, huh
I got my foot on the neck, huh
Won't put my on the brake, huh
Walk with this hood on my face, huh
Wopo (what's up?)
What up, bruh? (Ay)
Ay, Von, roll up some
Ayy, Cam, roll up
Nigga, I don't smoke (the nigga don't got no smoke)
The f*ck? (The nigga don't got no smoke)
Y'all ain't need to get mad, y'all ain't high no more
Y'all ain't got no more weed
No more weed? (What? Boy, you sound crazy as hell)
If we ain't got no more weed
Then you already know who we gotta go see then, right?
Crazy? (Oh no)
Look, I'm sorry, the East side can wait
You goin' west?
Niggas ain't 'bout what they say, huh
Niggas can't buy what they think, huh
Hol' on, my bitch on the way, huh
I got my foot on the neck, huh
Won't put my on the brake, huh
Walk with this hood on my face, huh
I'm at the heart of the pit
I'm in the heart of the 6
I'm in the mall with a blick
Niggas'll call it a bliss
Yeah, I put the Prada with Rick, huh
Don't give a f*ck if it fit, huh
I don't care who you got pull with
Don't push your luck in this bitch, huh
I don't care who you got cool with
Shit might combust in this bitch, huh
Coppers might bust in this bitch, huh
Shoppers might bust in this bitch, yah
Might wanna duck in this bitch, yah
I don't see nothin' but sticks, yah
It's not one puck in this bitch, yah
It's not one f*ck I can give, yah
Don't care what planet this, uh
I just abducted this bitch, yah
Might wanna jump from this ship, yah
Might not wanna f*ck with the big dog
I got my piece and it fit, cocked
I keep a piece like a jigsaw
I ride around with a Gen5
I call her Jen, like her lip, jaw
I just reminded the VIP, yuh
I left my mind in the VIP, yuh
I lost my mind in this bitch, yah
Twenty-five bands in a day, huh
Niggas ain't 'bout what they say, huh
Niggas can't buy what they think, huh
Hol' on, my bitch on the way, huh
I got my foot on the neck, huh
Won't put my on the brake, huh
Walk with this hood on my face, huh
Twenty-five bands in a day, huh
Niggas ain't 'bout what they say, huh
Niggas can't buy what they think, huh
Hol' on, my bitch on the way, huh
I got my foot on the neck, huh
Won't put my on the brake, huh
Walk with this hood on my face, huh
Twenty-five bands in a day, huh
Niggas ain't 'bout what they say, huh
Niggas can't buy what they think, huh
Hol' on, my bitch on the way, huh
I got my foot on the neck, huh
Won't put my on the brake, huh
Walk with this hood on my face, huh
Wopo (what's up?)
What up, bruh? (Ay)
Ay, Von, roll up some
Ayy, Cam, roll up
Nigga, I don't smoke (the nigga don't got no smoke)
The f*ck? (The nigga don't got no smoke)
Y'all ain't need to get mad, y'all ain't high no more
Y'all ain't got no more weed
No more weed? (What? Boy, you sound crazy as hell)
If we ain't got no more weed
Then you already know who we gotta go see then, right?
Crazy? (Oh no)
Look, I'm sorry, the East side can wait
You goin' west?
Writer: Dilip Venkatesh, Edwin Green, Shane Moran
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Performed By: Kenny Mason
Language: English
Length: 3:15
Written by: Dilip Venkatesh, Edwin Green, Shane Moran