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Online (feat. Chase Fetti) letra


I aim good, I had the J's on lock
I was front to work, if they paid on top
Up scrapin' chains and hit his vein with this nog
Gettin' paid by design, leave the days of our lives

I aim good, I had the J's on lock
I was front to work, if they paid on top
Up scrapin' chains and hit his vein with this nog
Gettin' paid by design, leave the days of our lives

You used to deal, girl, now you won't employ
My fiends jump from joy, my smack hittin', like a punch from Roy
Jones, should I keep the chrome? Ain't have another choice
I'm a bad guy, a rabbi, how I be touchin', boy
I was cuttin' that boy with M30's, that switch
My stick burn him, MAC with a clip, curvin'
In fact, you'll get buried, like tryna stick curry
Grab the grip, every time I leave the bridge, my bitch worried, uh

Look, I tell her I'm straight, six-thirty
Niggas Oscar the Grouch, I was movin' them big birdies
That paper, I make it rain, I promise you'll get flurries
Like, damn, where the fuck did you park? Bitch, hurry
My chips sturdy and they all down
I came from the block like Karl Towns, this Nas, but the law's found
This pot in this fork wild, I beat it, like raw browns
Good stamps, had 'em on the lines, like the call dial

I aim good, I had the J's on lock
I was front to work, if they paid on top
Up scrapin' chains and hit his vein with this nog
Gettin' paid by design, leave the days of our lives

I aim good, I had the J's on lock
I was front to work, if they paid on top
Up scrapin' chains and hit his vein with this nog
Gettin' paid by design, leave the days of our lives

I don't know why niggas feel they can stop me
I gave niggas the blueprint, you niggas should watch me
Hit in my top and that still didn't drop me
Two in the mornin', got the stick in the bourbon, out her, Benny, hibachi
Vintage Versace, this Hennessy got me
I'll be still in your top three, for infinity, probably, watch me
Been a menace, since I've been feelin' this cocky
Switch on the Glock and her wrist is all rocky

Nigga, and the neck chunky
Not from the rap checks that I collect monthly
Them niggas don't get an ounce of respect from me
You rap niggas to me is just lunch money
Food, nigga, my jewels bigger
No SI's, this flawless, boss, our jewels different
My bitch jump out her Benz, Chanel bag, Louis slippers
It's nothin' to push the button and get you removed, nigga, Machine

I aim good, I had the J's on lock
I was front to work, if they paid on top
Up scrapin' chains and hit his vein with this nog
Gettin' paid by design, leave the days of our lives

I aim good, I had the J's on lock
I was front to work, if they paid on top
Up scrapin' chains and hit his vein with this nog
Gettin' paid by design, leave the days of our lives

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