Harley Ken - On it lyrics

[Verse 1: Harley Ken] b**hes they love me, they see me, Ah, I'm fresh as a coffin Stunting on these hoes, Stone Cold Steve Austin Three in the morning, I'm dranking, I'm sipping I know where that ac at Four in the morning, I'm grinding I'm hustling I know where that sack at My money, my paper, my people, my blood, don't play bout that Maybach music, gunplay bout that Hello? Hello? I'm in the studio That's my b**h hitting, she thinking I'm out with another ho Woop woop woop woop woop woop woop, there go 5-0 On ten five forties, had to take five more My b**h keep calling, she calling, she know that I'm lying Police behind me, you know that I'm flying I'm falling, I'm tripping, I'm loaded, I don't know what to do This b**h gone take the charge, ho this your coupe That blue pa**, wouldn't even f**ing with me If I would have went to jail, Byrd would come and get me [Hook: Byrd, Harley Ken (adlib)] 4 o' clock in the morning everybody sleeping Police riding, the junkies tweaking My b**h hot, she think I'm cheating I'm on the block, b**h I'm out here eating I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it (I'm on it) I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it (b**h I'm on it) I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it (I'm on it) I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it (b**h I'm on it) [Verse 2: Byrd] I pop molly, I sip syrup, at the same damn time Think I'm scared to hit the block, you out your goddamn mind I be whipping and hustling, grinding trapping Hitting my licks my money is stacking n***as they looking, they plotting to jack me What? Say who? I don't know what happened Why your b**hes hit me up? Talking how you broke and how your girlfriend want to lick me up Begging Byrdy, Byrdy, will you please come pick me up b**h I got that .40 if your boyfriend try to stick me up I'm back just like I never left Pushed me in the dirt, got it out the mud my f**ing self Imma keep eating off the table 'till it's nothing left Can't stay in the game cause you arguing with the f**ing ref [Hook] [Scotty Cain] Look Rolling the blunt while I'm whipping Cup full of mud and I'm sipping My b**h steady calling me tripping b**h I'm trapping stay out of my business Four in the morning I'm catching the plays We ready for war, we flex with the K's Finess for a brick, we gone extra get payed You bout getting money come catch you a wave Floating in the Audi with my n***a Pablo Try finessing me we knock beef out your taco Then score another pack, say Unc, I need it pronto Ex b**h want me to come see her but I'm like f** that dumb ho Trap jumping, got a yard full of cars like a car show Work booming, got junkies in a line like we got free gumbo Don't answer the phone, they beat down the door, gotta get a new front door And if the police get behind me Imma toss that pack like Rondo [Hook]