Lil Duke - On My sh** lyrics

[Intro] Yeah It’s your boy Lil Duke Yeah I’m back on my sh**, you know Yeah-ah [Hook] Young n***a I’m on my sh** now I could care less ‘bout a b**h now Told my mama that we rich now I used to get ‘em and get ‘em right out Came from the streets so I don’t got to learn it I had to get on my grind and go earn it Can’t catch no trap if you don’t got the burner And they saluting me like a lil colonel I’m in that new Rari, young California I cannot ride with that b**h if she boring [Verse 1] I was just in the street, now I keep touring Trap on the block, I just brung home the Taurus Had to stay at it and I turned important Mona Lisa on my side and she gorgeous Broke b**hes and they cannot afford me Balling and get money, yeah that’s my hobby Model b**hes with me, yeah they on molly Bad b**hes with me s**ing my privates I got it on me, you know I can’t hide it That’s my mamacita and she likes to ride it I’m out in LA, I’m studio vibing And it ain’t no telling what I be driving I’m in some sh** and you know that it’s fast Walk in the booth and I just might start spazzing Trunk in the front, the engine in the back Play with my money, you n***as gettin’ blasted Out in LA on the low with an actress Used to watch spots and hide work in the mattress Maison Margiella, b**h you know my fashion I brought them racks out and you know I’m cashin’ We having parties and we live in mansions I’m loving this rapping sh** with a pa**ion [Hook] Young n***a I’m on my sh** now I could care less ‘bout a b**h now Told my mama that we rich now I used to get ‘em and get ‘em right out Came from the streets so I don’t got to learn it I had to get on my grind and go earn it Can’t catch no trap if you don’t got the burner And they saluting me like a lil colonel I’m in that new Rari, young California I cannot ride with that b**h if she boring [Verse 2] I cannot ride in that sh** if it ain’t foreign I cannot ride with that b**h if she boring I’m on the road with the Thugger, we touring I cannot ride with that b**h if she boring I got a thirty on me like I’m Curry My n***as strapped and we don’t got no worries n***a complain then he gonna get buried Different color diamonds just like a parrot Elliot diamonds, no these are not Jared Diamonds just got out that brand new McLaren Pull up and hop out, they staring I’m having déjà vu, my b**h the baddest Put that sh** on, that be tragic Don’t got no stylist, I got my own fashion Thirty-one Robbins like Baskin Thinkin’ ‘bout robbing, you gonna get blasted I’m in the back of the ‘Bach And I’m sipping on lean and I’m drinking on Act I used to be in the street Run up on n***as and rob with a mask Then I start selling the gas I ran up a sack and I bought me some bags [Hook] Young n***a I’m on my sh** now I could care less ‘bout a b**h now Told my mama that we rich now I used to get ‘em and get ‘em right out Came from the streets so I don’t got to learn it I had to get on my grind and go earn it Can’t catch no trap if you don’t got the burner And they saluting me like a lil colonel I’m in that new Rari, young California I cannot ride with that b**h if she boring I cannot ride with that b**h if she boring I cannot ride with that b**h if she boring