Lex Luger - On My sh** lyrics

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Lex Luger - On My sh** lyrics

[Hook: Soufboi] Now, I've been on my sh** ever since I was a jit Money over everything, I'm trying to get rich I'm out here on my grind and I'm chasing the cheese Pockets full of money, I get it out the streets Now, I've been on my sh** ever since I was a jit Money over everything, I'm trying to get rich I'm out here in these streets and there's money on my mind Middle finger to you haters, I'm on my grind [Verse 1: Soufboi] Baking soda fishscale, I'm gon' make it drop Seventeen, see, I was raised by the damn pots The streets know a n***a hot, they waiting for the drop 'Cause I'm s**er-free like a stick with no lollipop Fresh out the body shop, I'm on my Prada sh** Money looking swole 'cause I used to pack a lot of bricks I don't got to lie to chicks, I just tell them, "Swallow this" And put it in their face, I am such a dermatologist Used to take a lot of trips, trafficking the work And since Georgia raised me, I guess I get it out the dirt I be out here head first, Hinesville, what it do? In the club with my n***as, ten bottles of Grey Goose Tell them to stay back 'cause they strapped and they'd shoot I done popped them damn pills, now a n***a can't move I'll be damned if I'ma lose, I came too far for me to quit And Lord knows I be on my sh** [Hook: Soufboi] Now, I've been on my sh** ever since I was a jit Money over everything, I'm trying to get rich I'm out here on my grind and I'm chasing the cheese Pockets full of money, I get it out the streets Now, I've been on my sh** ever since I was a jit Money over everything, I'm trying to get rich I'm out here in these streets and there's money on my mind Middle finger to you haters, I'm on my grind [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] I'm a money maker, you can see it in my eyes You can tell by my swag, try me, you might die No lie, used to cry when I ain't have it Selling collard greens, trying to make a little cabbage I'm not your average, I'm a savage I'm a ba*tard, so I trust no man I play my cards right like Lindsay had a low hand sh** hit the fan and I ain't even take a stand Evaluate my tattoos, they'll tell you that they gang related Haters see me, looking like, "Goddamn, he made it" M.O.E. till y'all n***as bury me Clayton County, Riverdale, you can say they raised me [?] please don't play me All white bricks, you can call them Slim Shady I see them n***as hating, but I know they can't fade me Waka Flocka Flocka, Flocka Waka Flame [Hook: Soufboi] Now, I've been on my sh** ever since I was a jit Money over everything, I'm trying to get rich I'm out here on my grind and I'm chasing the cheese Pockets full of money, I get it out the streets Now, I've been on my sh** ever since I was a jit Money over everything, I'm trying to get rich I'm out here in these streets and there's money on my mind Middle finger to you haters, I'm on my grind