On It

Im off the wall, niggas be trippin , u aint no competition

Tryin to transition from fake niggas with no fuckin ambition

these niggas be blind to the game, go see an optician

turn the key switch on the ignition

Fuck with me i leave u in critical condition

Killin em with no opposition,

I go ghost leavin no suspicion,

Fuck yo face up beyond recognition,

late for your appointment with the mortician

 

Why the niggas always tryna compete, Leave your body cold on concrete

Motherfucka u aint no threat, chopper aimed right up to your neck,

nigga body flooding with cold sweat

Bullets bouncing off of your silhouette, Got more holes than a mosquito net

Never shot no nigga I bet, leave your burnin body smokin like a fuckin cigarette