Onna Set (feat. YGM2x)

All you niggas claiming BTK, but y'all ain't in the book That choppa hit em in the back, before he got a chance to look Call lil Allen, hit up BTK it's bout that time to look I'm not youngboy, but it's bout that time to bring the fucking hook I'm not done lil nigga but it's time to break yo fucking dome Hit em in the leg and have em limping, he won't making it home That nigga bitch, she stay up on my trail she just won't leave me lone This glock gone do a nigga dirty, talm bout im a fucking clone You diss on the set, you get hit with that tec Nigga try to play foul, and we leave his ass stretched He can't write nomo statements, that boy let it go Tryna beef about a bitch, boy I know you a hoe Hit yo ass with this pipe, and my shooters take life's Nigga gamble yo soul, like we tryna play dice My block it stay hot, like we mixing some spice I'm mixing codeine, and I put in some sprit Put six in a wood, got me high as a kite I'm popping these percs, got me losing my sight Put woo on my chain, and it shine in the light I'm fucking his bitch, and go hit for the night I'm fucking his bitch, and know it ain't right