Live Onna Gram Lyrics

Live Onna Gram Lyrics

[Verse 1]
b**ches thinking sh*t sweet till I pull up with the pull up
She was talking on the internet the b**ch ain’t even pull up
I don’t got the time to argue with the b**ch I rather I pull up
Worldwide glo up status I’m like quay with the cook up
Heard these birches selling out they need to worry bout they edges
It’s a gangsta party posted in this b**ch with Mac 11’s
Boss b**ches hoes see me and they running out the exit
Can’t be f**king weak niggas cause they say I’m too aggressive
Cuban, Cuban flexing I put thirty on my wrist now
Heard she got a hit so now she thinking she the sh*t now
Been killing sh*t I make basic hoes sit down
b**ches mad I signed my deal they hating that I’m lit now
f**k a sneak dissing b**ch you coming for me
b**ches need to boss up I heard they f**king for free
And these niggas broke ass they don’t get nothing from me
I swear that all these hoes thirsty they be running for D

[Hook]
Ooh
3,2,1 I’m going live on the gram
Ooh
Pull up on a b**ch and beat her live on the gram
I ain’t saying to much b**ches knowing how I am
These niggas doing too much sh*t I might just call a pound
3,2,1 I’m going live on the gram
Live on the gram
3,2,1 I’m going live on the gram
Live on the gram

[Verse 2]
Broke b**ch, you on some hoe sh*t
Speaking on my name but she don’t know sh*t
If I catch you lacking then I’m beating your ass
I’m talking left, right hook, hit her ass with a jab
Jump in the jag, two hundred my dash
Diamonds got clarity, B.S no flash
b**ches be mad, imma handle my class
Top 3 where I’m from b**ch I’m showing my ass

[Hook]
3,2,1 I’m going live on the gram
Live on the gram
3,2,1 I’m going live on the gram
Live on the gram