Zone 2 - On Me Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah all of dat, all of dat, all of dat
True say I got packs in flats
I’m from where, we don’t play fair
I’m from the place where the kits they kat
Some yutes get tit for tat
I’m in trap where the old ting’s large

[Bridge]
She tellin’ me different
No face no case no trace when I did my business
Been out tryna dip, dip splash like bro’s my witness
And I phoned another manna this week like bro’s my witness
I’m like I’m on fitness

[Chorus]
True sav I got packs in flats
True say I got packs for the cats
I’m from where, we don’t play fair
I’m from the place where the kits they kat
Some yutes get tit for tat
I’m in trap where the old ting’s large

[Verse]
When gyal hear the sound of my ringtone
Then she knows that man gotta go
And gyal all cats for the lingo
Now she soundin’ like me and bro
I got a stack from the trees we sold
I got amm so I’m weeded bro

[?] gyal but she freed it though
Now she cattin’ like Felix, bro
See I trap mash
She I’m out on the streets doin’ me like stuffin’ the man bag
Driver move it up his nose cah the ride’s gettin’ mad, dad
I had to roll down the window
‘Cause I fell for the cab man
Mum thinks I’m a madman but I brucked down packs
Man move wash, I had to cut down man
Man move mad, so fuck them man
In love with the dough, had to up my stack
3 double amm, that fucks like crack
Fuck with the two, get fucked right back
Fuck with my bro, get fucked right back
Man get fucked right back
Like, I’ve been up way before brekky
4,5 toes, ten toes, man ready
Man out the cheese and the
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You can only move amm, you’re not ready
Fucked the young ting with a semi
Gyal turn catty already
Take a man’s gyal in my air ones
He can have Luigi and Giuseppe
Two man, four legs
True say one of them’s broken
One swammy one Gordon
Still tryna leave man open
Man’s kway up in North Pecks
But the block’s ain’t open
Amnes we’re smokin’, true say that shit is potent
Gyally on me, rammy on me
Dick game cray, got her grabbin’ on me
Gyally on me with the scrammy on me
No face no case cah the bally on me
Party vibe, got the scrammy on me
And they got bags with the scrammy on he
T phone rings cah the ammy on fleek
Ten toes down with my rammy on me
Like man’s not lackin’
Tek man’s opps, tek man’s watch and true say a man get at him
Me and bro be 10 toes down, out ‘ere tryna mish and mash it
Heard he got bells and dots for the opps, but a rambo down if he lackin’
We jump like dip-dip-splash it
Ask that bitch what did he do, face screwed up she cattin’
Dick game cray no lame man she can’t hold it in, she chattin’
Gyal so mad cah I mish and mash out ‘ere no chattin’
Man’s been trap so our life ain’t less than a z it’s trappin’
I could do it on my own, no phone up
Unknown, good day, slap it, burn it
Outside of the bruck boy life had to get off my arse, start plannin’
Buy ting, every ting, true say everyting, everything there lavish
True say boom, bow like everyting bangin’

[Bridge]
Bangin’, bangin’
Boom bow, bangin’
Everyting bangin’
Everyting bangin’