[Intro: DJ Bandz]
(Chopsquad)
Traplanta shit, Skippa Da Flippa in this bitch, man
Get It Gang, Temper Up Gang
Shoot 'Em Up Gang, Take Some' Gang
On me

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Durk]
These n***as on me (Let's get it), these bitches on me (M's)
Got designer on me, Chilanta on me
I got Gucci on me (Got Gucci on me), I got Louis on me (Got Louis on me)
Don't act stupid, homie, got a fifty-shot movie on me (Brrt)

[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa & Lil Durk]
It's on me (It's on me)
It's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
It's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
It's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
Said, it's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
Yeah, it's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
It's on me
Said, it's on me

[Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa]
Flippa!
Designer, yeah, it's on me
I got Frosted Flake Cookies, you might mistake me for Tony (Twin)
OTF Migos gang, those are my homies (Squad)
The chopper stay on me so I’m never lonely (Gra)
Play her like Playstation, think I was Sony
Spending ten on some Margielas, they can’t be phony
Gucci and Louis, I can’t do the Fendi
Sing pull the four-five if you try to fend me
I got ten Louis belts when I trap Lindsey
Only the trappers and dabbers can feel me
Free flak' in my Backwood, you know that I faced it
For moms, a Birkin as soon as I made it
The Percocet turn me up, think I was wasted
And I stay with a pint, n***a, fuck getting faded (Pint)
Migo the gang, and we having artillery
Pistol-grip pump and that bitch kick you, literally
I dab in seven designers, so you 'member me
Fresh copped a Benz when I copped that Kimberly
All bout the guala so you know I got a check
Balmain my britches while I throw up my set
Dab on a n***a, tell him, "No disrespect"
And a n***a still havin' by the chains on my neck
Flippa!
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Durk]
These n***as on me (Let's get it), these bitches on me (M's)
Got designer on me, Chilanta on me
I got Gucci on me (Got Gucci on me), I got Louis on me (Got Louis on me)
Don't act stupid, homie, got a fifty-shot movie on me (Brrt)

[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa & Lil Durk]
It's on me (It's on me)
It's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
It's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
It's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
Said, it's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
Yeah, it's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
It's on me
Said, it's on me

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Thirty on me, Rollie on me
Smooth in the cut with that thirty on me
Sippin' on codeine, that's dirty, homie
Goons out right and they lurkin', homie
Bitch, she'll fuck for a burger, homie (Let's get it)
Lil' bitch, she'll fuck for a burger, homie (Let's get it, let's get it)
Shoutout 2 Chainz (Let's get it, let's get it)
Last n***a tried, he died in the same night (Brrt)
Broke n***as sippin' out the same pipe, n***as ain’t gang right
These n***as ain’t right (Let's get it, let's get it)
And I’m die Y, and I'm die Y
Free Nine, free Zoo and I'm die Y (M's)
Two-door, you know
On Pluto (Drank), Rollie and Hublot
Nuski Gang, Chino
Bitch n***a, you know
Gang, baby, thirty chains, baby
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Durk]
These n***as on me (Let's get it), these bitches on me (M's)
Got designer on me, Chilanta on me
I got Gucci on me (Got Gucci on me), I got Louis on me (Got Louis on me)
Don't act stupid, homie, got a fifty-shot movie on me (Brrt)

[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa & Lil Durk]
It's on me (It's on me)
It's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
It's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
It's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
Said, it's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
Yeah, it's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
It's on me
Said, it's on me

[Verse 3: G Herbo]
Bitch, G Herbo, I don't leave the house if I don't got my .40 on me
N***as plottin' on me, felonies stay on me
Lawyer number on me, I don't fuck with police
Having withdrawals from quitting the lean and I ain't been gettin' no sleep
And this .40 XD got a stick in the beam, bitch can't even fit in my jeans
I just cop me a Rollie with my Cuban link, remember we use to buy food with link
Remember watching the roaches run through the sink, Now i got 3 cribs who'da think?
Now I got like 3 cribs, who'da thought? Rented one in LA, two was bought
In Atlanta, we slide with them gats, and yo' Flippa just got with the MAC
Ayy, catch an opp, hollows grabbin' his back
Ayy, chase him down, give him five after that
Bitch, it's G Herbo, I'm so EBK, slam the rakes, drop the five after that
And No Limit don't tolerate no disrespect, all we know homicide after that
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Durk]
These n***as on me (Let's get it), these bitches on me (M's)
Got designer on me, Chilanta on me
I got Gucci on me (Got Gucci on me), I got Louis on me (Got Louis on me)
Don't act stupid, homie, got a fifty-shot movie on me (Brrt)

[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa & Lil Durk]
It's on me (It's on me)
It's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
It's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
It's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
Said, it's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
Yeah, it's on me (Yeah, it's on me)
It's on me
Said, it's on me (Let's get it)