On Citas Songtext
von Iamsu!
On Citas Songtext
[-Iamsu!] x4
On Mamas, uh
On Citas, On Mamas
Niggas talk but they don′t want problems
Your life past 'fore your ass even touched the grass
211, progress, no ski mask
(?), lay down and kiss Satin
Thats a weakness nigga hatin
I′m out here motivatin
I don't beat this,
Citas, thats my word
So jump back off the porch, pop back on the curb
Breakin down some herb
Gettin ready for the twistback
4 or 5 grams need a titan just to twist that
Niggas talk but they don't want none of that
On Citas from the top got right back
Droppin back in the pocket bout to hit sum
And let me take it no frontin bullshits nothin
Puttin hoes in the war room
My moves mean team militant, its straight goon
Head bluntin puttin hoes in the war room
My moves mean team militant its straight goon
Hella proper
Hella chopper
Thats hella fly, tell the doctor
Im the man, thats how I ride around like
I′m the whole thing, you a sound bite
Got the city on, ho, bae, too
Hella bad ones fallin outta H2
Get money then they hate you
Turn around, say they made you
Well hate this then
We some young niggas ballin like Pistons
Gettin love ain′t no where a nigga can't go
Ten racks same show im getting Pesos
Like woop, woop, thats cookin
Paid 200 for the mookies
Hear a beat take a dukie
And the all black whip lookin spooky
They don′t want problems
They don't want problems
Actin like they gangsta, but they don′t want drama
Boy they be quiet, when you pull that llama
Put that on my Citas, and my grandmamas
Return of the skitzo
Maniac, flip so
That boy go yeye
He party like a disco
And diss go, go, go, gone
They been waitin for the boy Fabby just to bring it home
So them niggas been tryna turn up, but they was doin it wrong
I was off for a minute but im right back on
Yeah right back on
Yup on in the middle of it
I don't give a finger in the middle of it
Nigga yellin fuck em, fuck em
They was hatin on me
But shoutout to the real niggas waitin on me
Don′t gotta bring it back cause it ain't never left
I am suzie on the track make it rare, yes?
On Mamas, uh
On Citas, On Mamas
Niggas talk but they don′t want problems
Your life past 'fore your ass even touched the grass
211, progress, no ski mask
(?), lay down and kiss Satin
Thats a weakness nigga hatin
I′m out here motivatin
I don't beat this,
Citas, thats my word
So jump back off the porch, pop back on the curb
Breakin down some herb
Gettin ready for the twistback
4 or 5 grams need a titan just to twist that
Niggas talk but they don't want none of that
On Citas from the top got right back
Droppin back in the pocket bout to hit sum
And let me take it no frontin bullshits nothin
Puttin hoes in the war room
My moves mean team militant, its straight goon
Head bluntin puttin hoes in the war room
My moves mean team militant its straight goon
Hella proper
Hella chopper
Thats hella fly, tell the doctor
Im the man, thats how I ride around like
I′m the whole thing, you a sound bite
Got the city on, ho, bae, too
Hella bad ones fallin outta H2
Get money then they hate you
Turn around, say they made you
Well hate this then
We some young niggas ballin like Pistons
Gettin love ain′t no where a nigga can't go
Ten racks same show im getting Pesos
Like woop, woop, thats cookin
Paid 200 for the mookies
Hear a beat take a dukie
And the all black whip lookin spooky
They don′t want problems
They don't want problems
Actin like they gangsta, but they don′t want drama
Boy they be quiet, when you pull that llama
Put that on my Citas, and my grandmamas
Return of the skitzo
Maniac, flip so
That boy go yeye
He party like a disco
And diss go, go, go, gone
They been waitin for the boy Fabby just to bring it home
So them niggas been tryna turn up, but they was doin it wrong
I was off for a minute but im right back on
Yeah right back on
Yup on in the middle of it
I don't give a finger in the middle of it
Nigga yellin fuck em, fuck em
They was hatin on me
But shoutout to the real niggas waitin on me
Don′t gotta bring it back cause it ain't never left
I am suzie on the track make it rare, yes?
Writer(s): Sudan Williams, Charles Toby Williams, Stanley Cox Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
