R. City - Got It On Me lyrics

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R. City - Got It On Me lyrics

[Intro: Kirko Bangz] See me ridin', my n***a? My sh** shinin', my n***a? f** n***a keep lookin' [Verse 1: Kirko Bangz] You see how I'm ridin' right? See me ridin' round n***a Them diamonds shinin' right? See me shinin', my n***a f** n***a keep lookin', lookin' for a n***a See his b**h keep lookin', ain't my fault his b**h keep lookin', my n***a Standing in the club, on the couch, what up, my n***a? Dare n***a try to kick me out, can't touch my n***a You won't see no lame a** n***a with me Won't see it, cause every n***a with me gotta carry that heat Believe it, I done came down in the foreign Got a b**h n***a mad cause I just made a milli off tourin' And I'm still in the hood flexin' like an OG If a n***a get out of place come and holla at me, aww yeah [Hook: Kirko Bangz] I got it on me, I got it on me, got it on me, I got it on me I got it on me, I got it on me, got it on me, I got it on me I got it on me, I got it on me, got it on me I got it on me, I got it on me, got it on me, I got it on me I got b**hes on the pole, my swisher full of dro Giuseppes on my toes, your b**h ready to go Cause I got it on me, I got on me, got it on me I got it on me, I got it on me, on me [Verse 2: Takeoff] I got it on me, I keep it on me My nina it leave you without aquifina Pull up in the Beemer she get my demeanor Look like I just jumped out the cleaners I gotta keep the pocket rocket on me Like Martin, he gotta keep Gina Katrina somebody, come FEMA I'm beating that drum like Ike and Tina Young n***a I play with them keys I'm Stevie Wonder, no Alicia That iPhone I got for that billy phone Chop phone, that Motorola and the beeper [Verse 3: Offset] I got it on me, got it under the seat Aim at your head, ain't aiming at ya feet Goons on a real n***a, that's a sneak peak She f**in' with me on a loft on a beach I know that you mad, young n***a got cash She s**in' me off while I'm rollin' the cash You talkin' that sh** so a young n***a laugh I skert in the 'Rari, 220 on the dash J's they knock at the door like Jehovah Pull out the chopper it bite like a cobra Ace of Spades bottles like I'm playin' poker Smashin' your girlfriend in the back of the Cobra [Hook] [Verse 4: Quavo] Trap out the bando, it's Migo head honcho She all on the pole when a n***a throw pesos She want a bankroll on Quavo Gotta twerk for Kirko, trap for the Migos That's the plug pull up with a kilo, got a white boy like Steve-O Tryna come rob, I got that thing bet I shoot you like a free throw Big house on the hill baby, every room got a pole in it So when I take it to the crib baby, every room I'mma throw Benji's Big house on the hill baby, every room got a pole in it So when I take it to the crib baby, every room I'mma throw Benji's [Hook]