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Stay On lyrics by YoungThreat, K-Money Blaze

Intro – K-Money Blaze
Yeah…
We still on that, still on that—
(Yuh, bitch!)
Blaze… Threat…
Let’s go

Verse 1 – K-Money Blaze
I stay on my shit, no sleep, no peace (nah!)
Ride through the block, got a stick in the seat (brrt!)
Fuck them opps, they talkin’ to police (snitch!)
I was in that trap when you was beggin’ for a piece (facts!)
Ran it up quick, now I’m lit like a torch, (flame!)
Switch on the Glock, turn your coupe to a Porsche, (boom!)
Hoes wanna fuck, now they back on my dick, (ha!)
Wasn’t there broke, now they all wanna click. (nah!)
Shoot when I ride, not for show, it’s for real
Gun on my lap like I’m drivin’ to kill, (skrrt!)
Cussin’ out fate, middle fingers to deals
All this pain in my blood, got me numb, I don’t feel. (fuck that!)

Hook – K-Money Blaze & Young Threat
Stay on, motherfucker, we don’t break, (never!)
Too deep in this shit, no room for the fake, (gone!)
I got blood on my hands, I got heat on my waist
Tryna run from this life? You’ll get left with no face. (boom!)
Stay on, bitch, we don’t fold, (nah!)
Ten toes down when the nights get cold, (cold!)
Every damn move got a price on your soul, (pray!)
Tryna cross us, better dig your own hole. (go dig that!)

Verse 2 – Young Threat
I’m on go, I ain’t stoppin’ for shit, (never!)
My clip long like a fuckin’ bad list, (grrt!)
Hatin’ ass opps can suck on my dick, (fuck y’all!)
I got war scars that still make me twitch. (real!)
Homie got caught, he ain’t say a thing, (solid!)
Yours got pressed and he gave up the gang, (pussy!)
Fuck you and your mama, I meant what I said
I been outside, puttin’ threats in the red. (bitch!)
If it’s beef, we cook it, no talk, just action, (pop!)
Grew up on pain, trauma my passion
They want a truce, now they beggin’ for mercy
We ain’t forgot shit, bitch, we movin’ dirty. (real dirty!)

Hook – K-Money Blaze & Young Threat
Stay on, motherfucker, we don’t break, (nah!)
Too deep in this shit, no room for the fake, (none!)
I got blood on my hands, I got heat on my waist
Tryna run from this life? You’ll get left with no face. (bang!)
Stay on, bitch, we don’t fold, (fold!)
Ten toes down when the nights get cold, (cold!)
Every damn move got a price on your soul, (facts!)
Tryna cross us, better dig your own hole. (do it!)

Outro – K-Money Blaze
Stay on or stay out the fuckin’ way
You either wit’ it or you food. (deadass!)
Blaze. Threat
Y’all know what it is
2024, we still on
(Still on, bitch!)