Been On - Lil Mosey

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

I was flippin' work, what you been on?

Niggas talkin' shit, get ran on

Wood to the face got me so gone

Bands to the neck, you don’t mean that

Shit gettin' hot turn the fan on

Niggas poppin' Glocks so they ran off

Working in the trap, that’s your daily

All this money, bitches goin' crazy

I was flippin' work, what you been on?

Niggas talkin' shit, get ran off

Wood to the face got me so gone

Bands to the neck, you don’t mean that

Shit gettin' hot turn the fan on

Niggas poppin' Glocks so they ran off

Working in the trap, that’s your daily

All this money, bitches goin' crazy

Let me tell you what you can’t do:

Run up the check then act like a damn fool

You ain’t getting no racks, you a broke nigga

We be blowin' gas take a toke nigga

You was a lick, my niggas is hit, so nigga don’t say you was about it

We on some shit, your bitch we just hit, we gettin' rich I don’t doubt it

Niggas I swear they some opps, so I don’t be fucking with it

Your bitch she be stuck on my dick, my stack game be crazy as shit

So 20 somethin' can’t count all that shit, ballin' I know you be seeing my fists

Young niggas wild and shit, young niggas pay us your whip, ayy

I was flippin' work, what you been on?

Niggas talkin' shit, get ran on

Wood to the face got me so gone

Bands to the neck, you don’t mean that

Shit gettin' hot turn the fan on

Niggas poppin' Glocks so they ran off

Working in the trap, that’s your daily

All this money, bitches goin' crazy

I was flippin' work, what you been on?

Niggas talkin' shit, get ran on

Wood to the face got me so gone

Bands to the neck, you don’t mean that

Shit gettin' hot turn the fan on

Niggas poppin' Glocks so they ran off

Working in the trap, that’s your daily

All this money, bitches goin' crazy

I don’t know what you thought, nigga y’all know me (Nah)

Nigga ridin' in the drop, with my hunni on me, yeah

I be road runnin' streets, nigga know we run four deep, yeah

Up late so I don’t sleep 'cause I been chasin' the money all week, ayy yeah

I do this, call my phone, I’m like, «Who dis?»

(Who dat?)

Niggas chew this, loose funds bounce back too quick (Nah)

If hoes choosy, you might wanna duck it, or you lose it

Can’t snooze this, talkin' shit over, «Who knew this?»

I was flippin' work, what you been on?

Niggas talkin' shit, get ran on

Wood to the face got me so gone

Bands to the neck, you don’t mean that

Shit gettin' hot turn the fan on

Niggas poppin' Glocks so they ran off

Working in the trap, that’s your daily

All this money, bitches goin' crazy

I was flippin' work, what you been on?

Niggas talkin' shit, get ran on

Wood to the face got me so gone

Bands to the neck, you don’t mean that

Shit gettin' hot turn the fan on

Niggas poppin' Glocks so they ran off

Working in the trap, that’s your daily

All this money, bitches goin' crazy