The Verse (新) - On Point

Chorus (Johnny May Cash)

Mmm
We be on point
Nobody got drive for ma
He show me youll do a T once again
And we aint no violent ones we settin trends
My partner drink lean out the can
I seen niggas trying to get outta that jam
I fuck his baby mama and she was on xans
Put her right back in check niggas thinking im playin
They know im on point everytime im in the lamb


Verse 1 (Johnny May Cash)

3500 in my Burberry pants
I done gave her dick and I done milked that bitch
Nigga you aint the only one that dealt that bitch
And that bitch turn fully when you hit the switch
And I know this other bitch so I fuck her quick
In this Cherokee jeep that got the engine fixed
Shoot a nigga in his hand it came outta his hip
Niggas with me got money we up out this bitch
Mmm Naaa
Why you so jealous and envy
That hoe shit it aint even in me
First I catch the bar with the wriggly
First I wanna kno whos enemy, switch him
Aye you know I fuck plenty sisters
And I know that glizzy aint really with ya
Ya talking too much run and act like a preacher
We done shot niggas down, deceased
And it was nun I was proud to see
I see the future of my prophecy
She said im in her stomach im too far
And you know im smokin on a tube jar
We headed to the club and its on Mars
Nigga play with the squad you'll have no heart
Niggas run up you better have heart
Mmm ya



Chorus

Mmm
We be on point
Nobody got drive for ma
He show me youll do a T once again
And we aint no violent ones we settin trends
My partner drink lean out the can
I seen niggas trying to get outta that jam
I fuck his baby mama and she was on xans
Put her right back in check niggas thinking im playin
They know im on point everytime im in the lamb


Verse 2 (The Verse)

They kno we on point
Makin the noise
Strapped up from canada to illinois
I keep dat fire like i play for miami
Aint got no patience wen im on dat henny
Im in my lane i aint lookin for heat
Shit, tell me who lookin fo me
We bout that action my niggas dont speak
Get on his head like he rockin them beats
Quick get a nigga lit like a cigarette
I dont play run up on me nigga its a bet
I got killas that locked up for murder
Send them sum drugs and a burner
Apologies for a murder
Nigga that's the shit I never heard of yea yea
All of this paper im chasing
While u niggas is stuck in the matrix
Im on point
That bitch blowin my phone wat you want
Shot a nigga then rolled up a blunt
25 to L in the trunk
I see hella bales every month
Send it through da mail it aint nun
Yea yea
I fuck wit her at first
Pop a couple of percs
She got on my nerves
Mama said i deserve it
Nigga dont get it twisted cause my name is Verse
I get that cash like im johnny may
Im talkin new money everyday
Hop in da Porsche and i fly away
Droppin a deuce let it marinate



Chorus

Mmm
We be on point
Nobody got drive for ma
He show me youll do a T once again
And we aint no violent ones we settin trends
My partner drink lean out the can
I seen niggas trying to get outta that jam
I fuck his baby mama and she was on xans
Put her right back in check niggas thinking im playin
They know im on point everytime im in the lamb

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