Z-wayne - We Be On It lyrics

[Z-Wayne] Yo! Haha (Verse 1) On this new type sh** like diarrhea Flow so sick that you catch a fever Got a middle finger for them nonbelieveres Kyle (Ben?) have dough like a pizzeria This loud pack onamonapia Make me look like I'm from Korea Everything I do is galleria I do it big so it's hard to see ya Z-Wayne get it right come correct Living life like a movie did ya goals and scorched ya net Smoking loud in the game, guess that's a bomb threat Z-Wayne flexing raw watch that you don't break your neck Eh! Thumbing were thumbing we thumb through these checks Life that we live I just object Get up on the beat and I tear it to mess I'm the wee man so I never stress Around the swick we smoke it best Fly as f** gotta team of jets You a dog, you a b**h pet Like what's a dog to a T-Rex? (Hook x2) We be on it we be on it Let's be honest know I got it We be on it we be on it Let's be honest know I got it We be on it Ay! Ay! We be on it Ay! Ay! [Yung Nest] (Verse 2) High off the earth My mother gave birth; To a prodigy she wouldn't know Snorting the blow p**y be dripping right down to the floor Line your squads up like right in a row I ain't gonna stop it I be chasing up on that profit Trying to cop on them fat pockets Cause you know there ain't no options S-s-savage as f** like Straight Outta Compton Come from the Burgh, I'm bumping in Boston Bottles of Bacardi up in my hand 40 dudes f**ing Molly wopping See the p**y? I'm finna pop it Going crazy with my brain I lost it I'm too f**ed up at the moment Don't even know what to call it You be in the stands cause I'm always ballin' You're b**h I be jacking, I don't even call her Kids trying to spit but I'm the f**ing father Try to diss this sh** like don't even bother Crouching keeping out like cops and robbers Got these b**hes going bonkers My squad full of savages like some f**ing monsters (Hook x2) We be on it we be on it Let's be honest know I got it We be on it we be on it Let's be honest know I got it We be on it Ay! Ay! We be on it Ay! Ay! [Heizman] Uh!!! (Verse 3) Back up for the round two Gotta phone call said the double ups So I slide down to my homies Rode up to one that was a double stuff sh** they a fan of that ice cream Two zips for the double up Makes two ounces of that purple lean Got promethazine all up in my cup Turnt boy and I'm calling the shots You know who the fam You know who the squad We making those songs And making them d** And I thought you a clown I'm rapping out loud as I'm blowing it down The Burgh is my town and I'm taking the crown You lost and I'm found And I'm found in that cap Ain't breaking no sweat No rook in my vet Finessing the check Ain't keep me down Can't keep me in check No disrespect My set is my set Ain't rocking with us? Then two shots a head