On My Side Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy

Leor, light it up
What's up, Haze?
Huh, huh, huh

Huh, riding in that motherfu*king skrrt-skrrt, vroom
Shawty on my side, and she don't want me to lose
I can't make this up about how I came through shining
Yeah! you knowing how I do

Acting crazy in this bi*ch like
I belong on the news
Turning up, up in this bi*ch like
I'm a motherfu*king fool
I go dumb up in this bi*ch
I go to waving with my tool
For Big Dump, I really miss
I got them bodies two by two, ha
Time to head home, baby
What that sex about? (Okay)
Have your head on, baby
Lose that cell phone (Okay)
We fu*k the flyest
She let me hit it in my VLONE
One-fifty units
I just need to get a big loan
Cards like its real estate
Ni*ga, better get down
Soon as that chopper bang
Gravedigging, 4K Trey
Ni*ga, this a shotta's chain
Real killer, don't play with children
Before I had five at five brains
Do the dash on pro charge engines
Hit it, this bi*ch insane
Pu*sy Ni*ga mad about my millions
Can't talk with 'em sane
Comprehension with no understanding
They don't know what I'm saying
How we wait outside, put end to lives
Wear meaningless diamond chains spinning
About our dead brother name?

Huh, riding in that motherfu*king skrrt-skrrt, vroom
Shawty on my side, and she don't want me to lose
I can't make this up about how I came through shining
Yeah! you knowing how I do

I knock Sh*t off as soon as it's up
They need to put me in a zoo
I got big bank, plenty money, and my sons too
We tote sticks like they baboons
Got my bl!ck in New York like Woo
Cousin Lil Dee, call him Skully
Just want crash when Top say shoot
Play with that dog food like my cousin
Profit jump back up in two
Prophet preaching to the youth
All that lame Sh*t, we don't do
Fu*k Ni*gas, hating-a$$, who you kill?
Protect your gang, bang with your crew
Me and my mans, we out the roof
I'm screaming, "bi*ch, what you want do?"
GTR, I'ma turn this bi*ch into a slider
I fu*k with her, take her out to Shyne
Flood her with diamonds
I'm gone murder someone
Pray that I just don't have to remind her
I ain't got no work on me
Real fast in that foreign, how I be driving
We killed him, we slimed him
Man, we slimed him in that motherfu*king, oh
I'm by my lonely, probably two guns on me
Yeah, riding in the coupe
Shawty know I'm high in this motherfu*ker
Want me to get her high too
Tryna tell you they can be with it
I'm already on that

Huh, riding in that motherfu*king skrrt-skrrt, vroom
Shawty on my side, and she don't want me to lose
I can't make this up about how I came through shining
Yeah! you knowing how I do