Tom and Jerry - Onative

Girls and boys, come out to play (come out to play)

Leave your dinner, leave your sleep (leave your sleep)

Come with a whoop and come with a call (with a call)

Got the mandem on the call (go)

I’m really cool with the heat I give you in these bars I mean that none of you

Can do what I actually do, that’s crazy flow

Willing to give my all to the music, cuh that’s only ting that makes me go

You little chit chatters better stay low

When I hear your bars, I’m like «that’s slow»

Party’s done, everybody go home

No man, no I will never go broke

No man no I will never get bored, cuh it gives me joy bucking these h**s

Gyal-gyal see my post on gram like «wow», she share and like, double tap, that’s facts

Rappers be hatin on me too much, they be callin me butter cuh I spread too fast

Smoke this beat like I’m bunnin js, it’s «A» star cali and the fumes go in and out

Do it for the art and I do it for the streets, I was never chasing clout, no doubt

Snakes in the grass, there’s no one ‘mong you twats that I really can trust

You man there never back your bros and run so fast when the shots get bussed

Chat too much get turned into dust, we gonna fry you man to the crust

Put you lot in a spliff filled to the brim, spark it up then we puff puff pass

Girls and boys, come out to play

Moon doth shine as bright as day

Leave your dinner, leave your sleep

Come with fellows out on street

Come with a whoop, and come with a call

Come with a good will or not at all

Got the mandem on the call

They will pop and smoke you all

Figaro, figaro, figaro, I could make money from fucking like gigolos

To overshine me you will need a miracle, hey

Y’all are so similar, please do not say anything, you sound pitiful

How are you all even digital?

You know that I was a killer in middle school

So I ain’t got time to mimic you

They really wanted to play with Onative, what a pity?

I could hardly give a fuck about the whole industry and it’s committee

I could hardly give a fuck about a dumb rapper or an old critic

They start to panic when I come like the condom’s off and I hit it (hey)

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe

I’m passing all these levels with no codes

I got the power to make you take notes

Call me Sameer cause I’m out of control

I heard your last lines, I admit it

Why do we «ha-ha» when you spit it?

Save all the drama for your bitches

Y’all are just fly bys in this business

Huddle up and plan your mission

Tell me I’m in trouble pay the man a visit

Guarantee you’ll stutter, why’re you being so serious

Didn’t daddy tell you don’t be fucking with no genius?

(Clan, clan, clan, clan)

Beefin each other like Tom and Jerry

This shit about to get scary

I got dillemas you can call me Nelly

Don’t even bother come near me

I got some beef like Jerry and Tom

Never knew that but the booth is my home

I’m smoking too much I stay in my zone

You’re cappin all day just leave me alone

I’m buckin your b**ch, she callin me daddy

Met up with the gang and they told me u lackin

Don’t hit up my phone, if you gonna be wassin

Don’t joke with my gs, they are up for the splashings

Ask no questions, hear no lies

You don’t wanna know about me and my guys

Dropping your friends, put them in a spliff kingsize

That’s word to the bigman Drizz, mob ties

Girls and boys, come out to play

Moon doth shine as bright as day

Leave your dinner, leave your sleep

Come with fellows out on street

Come with a whoop, and come with a call

Come with a good will or not at all

Got the mandem on the call

They will pop and smoke you all