On My Shit - Lightskinkeisha

Run it up, get it up, run it up, got it

Lil' bitch

BasslineFanaticz

Yeah

Fuck what they say, man, I went out and did it

And went out and get it and went out and got it

Then made it fit in like a plug in a socket

Whipping through traffic and touching and rocking

All them blue faces busting out the wallet

All them bitches bust it open for papi

All my niggas shake it up and then lock it

All my niggas whip it up and then rock it

I’m running back and forth, up, down the interstate

I don’t do dinner dates, I need that chemistry

I need that energy

I sent that bitch to look out for my enemy

Longest making money, y’all need a remedy

1942 shot, he want a Hennessy

See me in drip with a whole new identity

Seen him one time, he said, «Do you remember me?»

He wanna give me that dough like a Kennedy

Making money like it’s ten of me

Drum on that Draco, no symphony

Dude in L.A. tryna send for me

He tryna put it way up where my kidney be

Nigga, you kidding me?

(Nigga, you kidding me?)

Nigga, you shitting me?

(Nigga, you shitting me?)

You chilling and shouldn’t be

I’m tryna run it way up where the ceiling be

Diamonds on me, cost a pretty penny

Nigga shining, and I mean that literally

VVS got them strippers naked in my section

That shit looking glittery, ooh

Heavy artillery, ooh

You bitches ain’t killing me, ooh

Presidential like Hillary

LightSkin the Keisha, you bitches remember me

Right back on my shit

Then I’m right back on my shit

Then I’m right back on my shit

Then I’m right back on my shit

We the new fidgets of flexing

The front on these bitches too subtle, these bitches too humble

We break down that 'Wood and that weed gon' get crumbled

Run to that money right after the huddle

I don’t lay up, I don’t have time to cuddle

I don’t do back and forths, ain’t no rebuttal

Walk in Chanel and I grab me a couple

I’m tryna load up them racks in my duffel

I’m tryna show these bitches how to hustle

I’m tryna show them you gotta have muscle

I’m tryna show them you gotta get busy

LightSkinKeisha baddest bitch in the city

Talking that shit, she get split like a Philly

Hop on that dick and ride out like a wheelie

I need that bank account filled up with millis

I got a bunch of stars all on my ceilings

Bitch, ooh

Right back on my shit

Yeah, then I’m right back on my shit

Then I’m right back on my shit

Yeah, then I’m right back on my shit

Yeah, yeah

Right- right back on my shit

Then I’m right back on my shit

Yeah

Right- right back on my shit