Jay Milo - On My Own (feat. Lil Wade & Clout Moe)

Lately I've been feeling like I've been spitting pain to them
Lately I've been on my own
They done left me on my own
My shorty a run in your home
Ran it up, I can't count all these pros damn
Glock steel, yeah, it's two-tone
And that bitch won't leave me alone
You heif-bitch, I'm in my roll
Take a knee on that bitch like D-Rose, yeah
Bitch, I ain't your pss,
You better fuck me like your side nigga
Pull up with a hundred round
I bet that bitch gone climb with him
Ayy, I got a lemon squeeze ask Dee, bro got a lime with it
Hit a nigga head with that four-fifth, I bet he dive with it, ayy
Ayy, bitch, I'm with them B's, we gotta hive with us, ayy
A nigga said he want some water, come and slide, nigga, ayy
Ayy, think it's Fox News, bitch, we get live with it, ayy
I hit that field like Claude Banks, bitch I be pie lickin', ayy
Lately I've been on my own
In the trap trap off two phones
When I make a play, pick up my homes
I just tell that bitch, leave me alone
Riding with two drakes like micro
Tell that bitch I'm the man like macho
If it's dry, make it wet like poncho
Honestly, niggas lose beef like tacos
I was down real bad like Trinidad
Had the pole on my side with a little shank
Tryna swim in that water, put you in that tank
We doing big shit nigga, that they say we can't
Lately I've been on my own
Doing shit that you do when you grown
Get them wet from expensive cologne
Then they bite every style, every flow, ayy
I cannot
I just can't treat shit the same
You did what you did, now I'm lit in this bitch
I slide with the heat, but I ain't D-Wade
Niggas talk tough when they moving shady
I ain't Popeyes, but it's spinach, baby
And the stu cooking this seasoned gravy
I just push it, baby
I don't pop out unless I need to
Boot it up, off, like a Hebrew
We getting this money like Sequel
Red beam but the bitch medieval
Big scope on the head, I see you
Got that shit that make cake, want a piece too
See this drum bass hit like Beatles
Fish scale on a, you would of thought it was seafood
My young boy slide he a Hebrew
Got cake like slice need a piece too
Got shh in the bag yeah it's see-through
Let it blow in the air like trees do
Then hop in the whip and spin like fidget
Got a three-five on me, I rap like Christmas
Lil bitch hard-headed, she Jada Pickett
Had to roll the tent down on the window sipping
Like Chief Keef nigga, I been done did it
Need a diaper on me for the shit I'm dripping
Bro got the glove on like Mike he chilling
Take her out to Tennessee, let her hit some whiskey
Lil bitch playing games like your name Trixie
Need to quit pouring drink, know it beat my kidney
Let her take a whole thing, got her body itching
Put that shit in the air, it stank it's pissy
Beat the babysitter like Icky Vicky
Don't worry about a mess, this a stainless Stanley
Spending time at the bank, money move in quickly
Cause I'm good with the tools like Handy Manny
I work four, five jobs, I don't see my people
All I got is bars, all shots, is lethal
Take it to the stars, this just the prequel
Get them so high, they gone flock with seagulls
I don't fuck with critters, ball head so big
Call him Chicken Little
Bitch cook in the kitchen like it's bricks for dinner
Hit her and quit like I never missed her
Send her to the guys like I did her sister
Full tank, straight gas, need it in my system
Tell a story so good, they think I'm the victim
But I'm the one they want, like a genie wish
I don't pop out unless I need to
Boot it up, off, like a Hebrew
We getting this money like Sequel
Red beam but the bitch medieval
Big scope on the head, I see you
Got that shit that make cake, want a piece too
See this drum bass hit like Beatles
Fish scale on a, you would of thought it was seafood
And we got switch, on switch, on switches
Better go help somebody
I work too hard to get these blues
Nah, I can't help nobody
She said I ain't shit, I ain't got no heart
I think I felt that probably
I fucked your hoe and hit it raw
I think I'm selfish probably, ayy
And she still gone let me hit, I make her shit tsunami
Ayy, got it off the back and her shit wet and slimy
Bitch don't get no presents, this ain't Christmas parties
I been in and out of shawty, sorry, I ain't sorry

Written by:
Clout Moe, Lil Wade, Jacquez Sheppard

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