Lil Mosey — Been On

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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