Iamsu! - On Citas Lyrics
feat. Keak Da Sneak & Mistah FAB(Intro)On mamasOn citas, on mamas(Hook x2)On citas, on mamasNiggas talk but they don’t want problemsOn citas, on mamasNiggas talk but they don’t want problems(Verse)Your life pass through yo ass if I touch the grass2-11, progress, no ski mask*****s and elbows, lie down to kiss SatanThat’s the weakness nigga hatin, I’m out here motivatinOn *****es, citas – that’s my wordSo I jumped up off the porch, back right up the curbBut then on some herb, getting ready for the twist back4-5 grams in the time just to twist thatNigga talkin but they don’t want thatOn citas, finna top that right backDroppin back in pocket, bout to hit someAnd no frontin, let me tell ya, bullshit’s nothingHead blind, I’m putting hoes in the wall roomMy movement 10 militants, straight goonsHead blind, I’m putting hoes in the wall roomMy movement 10 militants, straight goons(Hook x2)On citas, on mamasNiggas talk but they don’t want problemsOn citas, on mamasNiggas talk but they don’t want problems(Verse)Hella proper, hella chopperI saw the fly, tell the doctorI’m the man, that’s how I ride around likeI’m the whole thing, you a sound byteGot yo city on, whole bay tooHella bad ones fallin out of age tooGet money and I hate youTurn around, say they made youWell hate this thenWith some young niggas ballin like pistenceGet lovin, ain’t no way a nigga can’t go10 racks they show em, getting pesosLike wooh, what’s cookin?Paid 200 for the mucusHere beat, take a dookieIn the all-black whip lookin spooky(Hook x2)On citas, on mamasNiggas talk but they don’t want problemsOn citas, on mamasNiggas talk but they don’t want problems(Verse)They don’t want problems, they don’t want problemsActin like gangstas but they don’t want dramaBoy they be quiet when they put that lamaPut that on my citas and my grandmammaReturn of the skizzo, maniac flipsOh that boy go yea yeaHe party like a disco and discoGo ahead, been waitin for that boy fatty just t bring it homeSome niggas was tryna turn it but they was doin it wrongI was out for a minute but I’m right back onYup right back on, on in the middle of itAnd I don’t give a finger in the middle of itNigga yelling ***** em, ***** emThey was hatin on meBut shout out to the real niggas waitin on meDon’t gotta bring it back cuz it ain’t never leftThat’s Suzzie on the track, nigga rare yea(Hook x2)On citas, on mamasNiggas talk but they don’t want problemsOn citas, on mamasNiggas talk but they don’t want problemsTake it down, take it downOr bring it back upPlanned twistHipster girls get vanquishedEatin rappers, treatin labels like banquettesReady to dominate, homie I’m anxiousBring it back on the earth with meRecognizing your certaintyOf a career in music but I still handle it perfectlyReflectin the greats, deflectin the hateAcceptin the challenge, I spit in their faceI reeled away, dimensions that I was coldI say good, respect me like the truthSmoking fruit, you know we close the bootKeep the money on lock,They are both, they come through with meI’m on that with yo mindNever try to be cool with meToo busy writin rhymes, Gavin Springs I’m producing beatsI’m makin this money, don’t try to take it from meAll this hell on earth, know exactly what I’m worthShe go real with my homies and turned em under the dirtStay for hoes in my business, I do that there for the churchLookin for the real, you couldn’t just searchCuz me and my gang finna bring it right down to earthAll the niggas are hothead in the kickNiggas talk to you in they spirit, top rhyming and shitI set a goal in my aye teen years, accomplishing itI’m tired of hearin bout my niggas dyin and shitI’m tryna get rich, I needed like pajamas and deckIt’s serious shit, this *****’s serious shitWe say the heart of the crime the more time that you getBut I just see my city hurtin, close my eyes and just spitGet a new form like the whole verse on the plain flightChain bright, want it, but I could get it the same nightGame tight, I ain’t doing your workGuess it’s about time I showed these niggas a lil hard workYou see I like that havin cake and I eat it tooElectric field, can I get a little Pikatchu?A bit poppy, seed of a monsterMantra hesitate, I love you like tantraPop some things then I blow until yo eyes closedAnd my eyes low, smoking on God-knowsWhat did you say my nigga?No one at your souvenirAnd I’m dealin it, promise that I’m real in itYour boy is in the building like a blueprintHBK, we open windows til the roof bangTryna dodge loose at fur in a coupe that purpsBubble up in a swinger that’s there in my cupSick of these hatin niggas stealin my flowsEither you with me or against me and I’m killin my foesI’m still in my clothes hittin itLook at who’s spittinI mean the girl you kickin with is feelin my brosI wanna sit back, kick back, maybe we could chit chatTryna do a homegirl, we already hit thatLike a verb off, show you what it doI’mma do it just to show you we could it too20 years in the booth, my homies laced up like tennis shoesPart my ways from Toyotas to Bentley coupesHomies say I got the juiceConfidence boost up through the roofTell me what’s the useUse my juice to inspire youthI’m *****in with girls with insecuritiesAnd they all the Beyonce, they loved to pair a DAnd it’s kinda hard to be sucka free with double D’sBut I still love er as we feel recklessAnd uh I think I’m high, I might be notFlowo prints, Nike socksWavy hair, windy locks,Chandelier, diamond glockTake me there, sunny shadedGet me faded like the watchThat’s probably a shame, gas on tankWear a gank, shot came, block this pinkPink slash more, took a couple from yo look bookI’m a good crook, saw it and ain’t good lookNever apologize, that’s the ***** talkin in youMe and my niggas ride on the sick instrumentalGetin chipped accidental, put curtains around the windowsWhen all of my niggas assemble we murder that shitBringin that down to earthTake it down, take it downTake it downBringin that down to earth
