Kam-Bu – Are You On?

Are You On? Lyrics

Chorus
Are you on ten yet?
Have you made friends yet?
Go get them M’s then, money still pendin’, I swear they pretendin’
I just extended, grip it and bend it
Do it like Bex did call it and check, my wave is stupendous
Now they look stressed
I don’t have to flex
I do this with gang, I speak with my chest, I have to finesse
Now they look stressed
I don’t have to flex
I do this with gang, I speak with my chest, I havе to finesse

Verse 1
Are you on tеn yet?
Have you made friends yet?
Oh, you got a trophy, oh, you like spendin’ cash (Cash)
Do you really know ‘bout your friends from the four
Big C-lass but I’m blind from the smoke
I don’t really know, but I know about show
Bust gun fingers, every time I spoke
Fuck a done deal, I ain’t never goin’ broke
Fucker jumped in, so I hit him with a pole, L
Hold that, sniff it in your nose
Hell no, stiff when he froze
My show bangs like sticks and poles
She just wanna wine and shine, that glow
Have to take time on slidin’ slow
Internet fightings hidin’ bro
I don’t really like them sites, I’ll go
‘Cause money, I can make like rice and goat
On a Sunday, where your mom stay
Flow stay jumpy, bad girls love me
Dumb flings, fuck up outta one lane, never stay comfy
Lookin’ all lunch, bae
That’s a quick move, show where the funds stay

Chorus
Have you made friends yet?
Go get them M’s then, money still pendin’, I swear they pretendin’
I just extended, grip it and bend it, do it like Bex did
Now they look stressed, I don’t have to flex
I do this with gang, I speak with my chest, I have to finesse
Now they look stressed, I don’t have to flex
I do this with gang, I speak with my chest, I have to finesse
Have you made friends yet?
Go get them M’s then, money still pendin’, I swear they pretendin’
I just extended, grip it and bend it, do it like Bex did
Now they look stressed, I don’t have to flex
I do this with gang, I speak with my chest, I have to finesse
Now they look stressed, I don’t have to flex
I do this with gang, I speak with my chest, I have to finesse

Verse 2
Yo, stick ‘em up, stick ‘em up stick ‘em up
If I shoot I can’t miss, that’s precision stuff
Now my weed and my money come in bigger clumps
First they love you then they hate you, it’s real at once
I refuse to succumb to this piss and poor
Been feelin’ different ever since the vintage dropped
I need some O’s in my ring, need a bigger rock
Need a home on my whip, need a bigger lot
I want my kids to have shit I couldn’t think about
That’s normal (You know what I mean?)
I’m noddin’ with my crown but it’s too high
Fix your screwed face bro, fix your screwed eyes
Oh you mad, ‘cause you couldn’t get the stew right
Then where the bagger man, you only came with two guys
Don’t be fooled by the friends, we still do crime
If I had to put in work, I would do time
But I sauce like I’m mental
Gettin’ scores like I been rude, just to make my ends move
‘Cause they didn’t wanna meet, I resent dude
When your pockets only flow like your legs do
Pressure on your mental, knew that I impressed you
Hope they don’t arrest you, always bring your best tools
What’s the man that you’re next to? Bettin’ on your next move
If I had to drill, I’d be dead too

Chorus
Are you on ten yet?
Have you made friends yet?
Go get them M’s then, money still pendin’, I swear they pretendin’
I just extended, grip it and bend it
Do it like Bex did call it and check this, my wave is stupendous
Now they look stressed, I don’t have to flex
I do this with gang, I speak with my chest, I have to finesse
Now they look stressed, I don’t have to flex
I do this with gang, I speak with my chest, I have to finesse
Onto the next

Kam-Bu

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