On My Sh*t Lyrics - Singles - Fetti Cash

(I mean when I said I was gonna 

tear the f*cking streets up 

and I was gonna do my thing 

I'ma bout this paper 

don't doubt me haters 

I can only do me) 

(Verse): 

I'm smooth as a dove getting money like rich porter in his prime 

Watching out for slimes tryna beat me for a dime 

I don't kick rhymes or raps I kick true facts 

Plus I keep a few racks, brickstacks 

And a mack in a bag, don't make me pull it out 

Cause that will be yo a** I try to give n*ggas the one on 

But they don't want that 

They know I'm nice with hands yall can call me the boxer 

I'm even nicer with the box blade just call me oxer 

Cause from your brows to your chin doctor 

Sha bang sha boom I just laced ya and threw salt in the wound 

I will kill you chumps dead before I let you defeat me 

I'm in the streets hard body and I be doing me 

I'm a G with mad respect and you can check my record 

Fetti Cash brickstack I'm about that paper (owwww) 

(chorus 2x): 

I'm on my brickstack ishh 

You know I stay fresh thats just that brickstack ishh 

Pockets stay fat thats just that brickstack ishh 

You haters still hating and I'm brickstack'n 

(Verse 2): Gold Fish 

Crying on the outside, smiling in the inside 

Real n*ggas gon ride represent webside 

I remember one time the judge try to hurt my pride 

I'm immune to the word play can't hurt my mind 

Talking bout the foul play hustle hard all day 

Said my conduct was disclosed caught me in the hallway 

Keep the stash in the door way driving down the parkway 

Got my jews on cause today look like a dark day 

I wonder why people think quick sand will make you sink 

Switch up your wig but you gotta change the way you think 

Damn dog they say you poor can't pay attention 

You skip class the case ask you missed a lesson 

The streets will keep stressing in the hood all day stuck 

Feeling depressed cause you coming up short with luck 

I tell you what keep your chin up be a little humble 

Touch down field goal with no fumble 

(chorus 2x) 

(Verse 3): R Dot 

Its a new day but what the future is coming to 

We gotta consider our brains the new pistols 

If you moving fast then the world might trip you 

How you gonna be a king if the crown don't fit you 

Stressed out everyday I got too many issues 

It might be tears of sweat just hand me a tissue 

Rent come first before them people evict you 

Silence and fif thats the same sh*t we plead to 

It gotta be shots fired before I bleed 

N*ggas better bow down n*gga before I leave 

Its just straight talk n*gga truthfully 

I shoot first n*gga nobody shoot for me 

I break down doors n*gga and I take those keys 

Then move out of state and put miles on V's 

I do this for my family I got mouths to feed 

I got a gun on my purses and trouserees 

(chorus fade)