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z-wayne – we be on it lyrics

[z-wayne]
yo! haha

(verse 1)
on this new type sh-t like diarrhea
flow so sick that you catch a fever
got a middle finger for them nonbelieveres
kyle (ben?) have dough like a pizzeria
this loud pack onamonapia
make me look like i’m from korea
everything i do is galleria
i do it big so it’s hard to see ya

z-wayne get it right come correct
living life like a movie did ya goals and scorched ya net
smoking loud in the game, guess that’s a bomb threat
z-wayne flexing raw watch that you don’t break your neck

eh!
thumbing were thumbing we thumb through these checks
life that we live i just object
get up on the beat and i tear it to mess
i’m the wee man so i never stress
around the swick we smoke it best
fly as f-ck gotta team of jets
you a dog, you a b-tch pet
like what’s a dog to a t-rex?

(hook x2)
we be on it we be on it
let’s be honest know i got it
we be on it we be on it
let’s be honest know i got it
we be on it ay! ay!
we be on it ay! ay!

[yung nest]

(verse 2)
high off the earth
my mother gave birth;
to a prodigy she wouldn’t know
snorting the blow
p-ssy be dripping right down to the floor
line your squads up like right in a row
i ain’t gonna stop it
i be chasing up on that profit
trying to cop on them fat pockets
cause you know there ain’t no options

s-s-savage as f-ck like straight outta compton
come from the burgh, i’m bumping in boston
bottles of bacardi up in my hand
40 dudes f-cking molly wopping
see the p-ssy?
i’m finna pop it
going crazy with my brain i lost it
i’m too f-cked up at the moment
don’t even know what to call it
you be in the stands cause i’m always ballin’
you’re b-tch i be jacking, i don’t even call her
kids trying to spit but i’m the f-cking father
try to diss this sh-t like don’t even bother
crouching keeping out like cops and robbers
got these b-tches going bonkers
my squad full of savages like some f-cking monsters

(hook x2)
we be on it we be on it
let’s be honest know i got it
we be on it we be on it
let’s be honest know i got it
we be on it ay! ay!
we be on it ay! ay!

[heizman]
uh!!!

(verse 3)
back up for the round two
gotta phone call said the double ups
so i slide down to my homies
rode up to one that was a double stuff
sh-t they a fan of that ice cream
two zips for the double up
makes two ounces of that purple lean
got promethazine all up in my cup

turnt boy and i’m calling the shots
you know who the fam
you know who the squad
we making those songs
and making them drugs
and i thought you a clown
i’m rapping out loud as i’m blowing it down
the burgh is my town and i’m taking the crown
you lost and i’m found
and i’m found in that cap
ain’t breaking no sweat
no rook in my vet
finessing the check
ain’t keep me down
can’t keep me in check
no disrespect
my set is my set
ain’t rocking with us?
then two shots a head

- z wayne lyrics

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