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letra de on point or not - hunxho

[intro]
(that’s that gas, that global high)
who want beef, like who want war? p-ssy
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
i been tryna dish it out, f-ck n-gga dissing ’bout it
soon as i see him, send him bye, like boy, it ain’t no hi
why the h-ll you in the streets? i know you scared to die
i know you scared to dive inside that water, test it out, yeah
yeah, i’m sorry mama, yeah, i know i stress you out, yeah
i don’t ride with homie, i don’t know if he’ll tell or not
this call of duty, i been blowing up like juggernaut
who want war? like point ’em out, who is you? on point or not

[verse]
catch him on his block, i tootsie roll him up
ever since i tried to rap, i swear that i been going up, oh lord
and got up out the streets, they turned a robber to a [?]
n-gga triеd to rob young xho, and ask what happened to the boy
thеse boys been stepping on that sh-t, and they been dancing on that boy
i brought my weapon in this b-tch, they don’t even check me at the club
i been taking n-ggas down so i ain’t never had a plug
and you better not drop a diss, can’t wait to take a n-gga up
yeah, i’ll be outside, like who want smoke?
he died for speaking on the bro
this b-tch bad as h-ll, i might go f-ck this b-tch with the trojan
spit it raw, i don’t need no trojan
n-gga p-ssy cat, doja
i don’t f-ck with [?] or the preacher in this b-tch, i’m holy
cartier my wrist, it’s stolen
send him up for speaking on it
dissing who? know we been on it
we gon’ shoot [?]
put a whole m up for my son, that sh-t just for xhosen
this sh-t crazy, before he was born, that young n-gga goated
h-ll yeah, the coupe look like batman
make him disappear, i do that boy just like sandman
i been staying away from features, sh-t, i don’t f-ck with [?]
yeah, if i go hit his block, i’m in the [?] d-mn, d-mn
who want beef? i don’t f-ck with the ham, d-mn, d-mn
yeah, chopper beat like i’m in the f-cking band, man
i just hit your ho, she all at home, i call it grand slam
f-ck it, get out there and hop in cars, the stolen new mclaren
know the opps be having guns, but these n-ggas be sharing
caught the boy down bad, he seen my face and then he ran
dog gon’ step on sh-t for what? n-gga, just because he can
free my dog, free lil’ kell and free [?] out that can
heard lil’ jon had just got out, so how did he go back again?
and soon as that hit got paid, i send my lawyer twenty grand
i was begging, i was pleading, asking for a second chance
these boys sheisty, they slimy, these boys dirty dan
[interlude]
(that’s that gas, that global high)
these boys dirty dan
[?]
spin just because he can [?]
yeah, yeah

- hunxho

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