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denza yt - on point lyrics

[hook]
everything is on point (on everything)
creps are looking gucci
sharp is all i want until it suits me (ayy)
everything is on point
show the ‘gram for how i’m living (mmm)
can’t complain on how my people winning
everything is on point (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
yeah my gg looking glorious
if i die, l’ll know i’ll die notorious
everything is on point (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
apex looking like my natural (mmm)
flying everywhere i’m international
everything is on

[verse 1]
boy you ’bout to get it
one to ten the only numbers then the medic
boy you ’bout to get it
beat the manhood out the b-tch, then jump on reddit
boy you ’bout to get it
cross you out and turn the people empathetic
boy you ’bout to get it
blondy fail to handlebars that aim to k!ll him
n-gga always hitting with the shot i’m picking
make him missing like i’m thanos cl!cking (woo)
teammates switching, now you’re twitching
storming in to break the plates from in your kitchen
’cause you’re getting married to the letter l (agh)
know i’m coming when you hear that bell (agh)
i’m on point everyday, every way, no delay
ending on the day, andale
i’ve got no time for the people saying better in
a line, sooner looking for a better night fix
i deal with hate on a regular, so you better get in line
when they meet me and they wanna take pics
i’ll go and stay at the ritz
she wants to play with her t-ts
my money flowing and flowing and flowing and growing
and still i ain’t paying for kids

[pre-hook]
still you’re bugging me and my day
na, na, i don’t deal with that
paigons all in my way
na, na, i don’t deal with that
bullsh-t in your dna
na, na, i don’t deal with that
b-tches wanna come and play

[hook]
’cause everything is on point (on everything)
creps are looking gucci
sharp is all i want until it suits me (ayy)
everything is on point
show the ‘gram for how i’m living
can’t complain on how my people winning
everything is on point (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
yeah my gg looking glorious
if i die l’ll know i’ll die notorious
everything is on point (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
apex looking like my natural (mmm)
flying everywhere i’m international
everything is on

[verse 2]
stone cold how i k!ll it, stone cold how i chill it
stone cold with the midget, wrist spinning like a fidget
chick banging like a cillit, i don’t even have a digit
on the ‘gram is how i pitch it, i go ham and then i switch it
i go ham in every single matter with the social ladder
you can’t stop me flowing like a badder bladder
got me spamming kappa, i’m way more than just a f-cking rapper
i’ve embodied double dapper strappers
saw me swinging winning i’m a proper scr-pper
i’m too high to feel a low, i just buy whatever goes
i just want another rose, big booty in her clothes
p-ssy popping when i close, dirty man like i’m simisimi
h-rny rabbit, i’m like gimme gimme
make commotion when i’m in my city
dropping bag on bag while he shimmy shimmy
see me spending lavish in a boulevard
i don’t credit, i just debit card
tax man got me on their radar
but i pay my taxes so why the f-ck

[pre-hook]
are you bugging me and my day
na, na, i don’t deal with that
paigons all in my way
na, na, i don’t deal with that
bullsh-t in your dna
na, na, i don’t deal with that
b-tches wanna come and play

[hook]
’cause everything is on point (on everything)
creps are looking gucci
sharp is all i want until it suits me
everything is on point
show the ‘gram for how i’m living
can’t complain on how my people winning
everything is on point (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
yeah my gg looking glorious
if i die l’ll know i’ll die notorious
everything is on point (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
apex looking like my natural
flying everywhere i’m international
everything is on

[verse 1: xxxtentacion & craig xen]
got her wet, uh
black tints, black cars, posted in the back, uh
foreign bop, loaded glock, i can’t never lack, uh
lose the club, if you hit a l!ck, can’t run it back, uh
okay, shorty, i can’t trust no b-tch, how you do that?
f-ck the fame, i’ma k!ll a b-tch if he talk reck’, uh
i’ma wreck his sh-t, don’t sweat the sh-t, ayy, run it back
if i’m in your hood and see you, b-tch, ayy, run it back (woo)
pistols have him runnin’ like a f-ckin’ running back

[verse 2: craig xen & xxxtentacion]
ayy, run it back, run it, run it back (where he at?)
heard that he was gone, bump in whoadie’s place (one seven), ayy
shoot that f-ck n-gga for his sack, lay him flat (lay him flat)
p-ssy try to cap, check his motherf-ckin’ stats
ain’t sh-t changed but the ring on my
middle f-ckin’ finger, i bleed on ’em, baow
heard he sneak dissin’ on my team, i’ma, ayy (ayy, ayy)
hit him for the diss, this that beam on him (uh)

[verse 3: xxxtentacion]
who want me?
you try me, you’ll lose your hopscotch, ooh
my og told me, “don’t trust thots or f-ckboys,” uh (ayy, ayy)
bl–dy knife in my holster, i behead guys, ooh (ayy)
caught an opp, not no pokémon, want dead guys, uh
i don’t sleep, i rest with my knife at bedtime, ooh (ayy)

[outro: xxxtentacion]
ayy
ayy

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