Skip to content
Lyric
Dive
Public playlists
My playlists
Search
Sign in
On To The Next One
Jarren Benton
,
Knox Hill
Popularity · Low
+
Original
0
0
Listen
YouTube
1
2
3
0:00 / 0:00
Loading YouTube player...
Lyrics offset
Synced
Lyrics
Original
Translation
Bilingual
T-T-Tell me that you vibin', you ain't got it (You ain't got it)
Tell me that it's time and you the problem (You the problem)
Tell me who is ridin', you ain't on it (You ain't on it)
Tell me that you flyin', you ain't drop sh—, on
On to the next one, ring the alarm (Alarm)
On to the next one, on, I'm on (On)
On to the next one, ring the alarm (Alarm)
On to the next one, armed, I'm on
They love to talk about me, I know (I know)
Got drive, on the idols at the top, I don't do titles
Will I stop? I don't do rivals
I just hop in a new cycle
When I drop it, it go viral
Now my pockets need lipo', woah (Woah)
What you want? They want it back (Back)
I know I'm nice, cool as ice, but you want me bad (Yeah)
Lot of haters do me favors and they want me mad
I just get to trainin' and I lay 'em on the tracks
Play it back (Play it back)
I got suicide doors for you suit and tie whores
My side of the sewers ain't yours (Ain't yours)
Go and purse your lips at me while my wife get Michael Kors
Wanna judge me whole court while I sport the Michael Jords
Know you like it, that's for sure
This is my life, you spite it, but you'd like it to be yours
Call me corny, but I'm poppin', I get views like top floors
They can hate it, but they watchin'
Michael meme with popcorn (Chew on this)
Still they wanna pick it, I've been sick of all the chatter
I've been spittin' real lyrics, all you critics never mattered
Hill acidic, why you trippin'? I'm a raptor
Bringin' rapture, you get wrapped up by the rapper
Check the baggage
T-T-Tell me that you vibin', you ain't got it (You ain't got it)
Tell me that it's time and you the problem (You the problem)
Tell me who is ridin', you ain't on it (You ain't on it)
Tell me that you flyin', you ain't drop sh—, on
On to the next one, ring the alarm (Alarm)
On to the next one, on, I'm on (On)
On to the next one, ring the alarm (Yeah)
On to the next one, armed, I'm on (Yeah, yeah)
On to the next one, go hard 'til my death come
The bully comin', ring the alarm, nigga, DEFCON
You're gonna get stepped on, microphone, check one
No feelings in my heart for these whores, you know that's numb
Show me what that neck do, exorcist, head spun
Tourin' 'cross the world, baby, mamas gettin' egged on
Sharks smell blood, better run when the med come
I was out here starvin', nigga, feastin' off of breadcrumbs
That's done, CZ, scorpion, S1
I kill for my babies—pew, pew, pew—redrum
Might fly out to China just to ball on 'em, Stephon
Razor blade, steak knives, pistol on my left palm
My niggas went from ex-cons to investin' in hedge funds
A slim chance of every player bein' the next Bron
A clown'll break his neck on the 'net to try to impress bums
No weapon formed against me shall prosper, nigga, I'm Teflon
T-T-Tell me that you vibin', you ain't got it (You ain't got it)
Tell me that it's time and you the problem (You the problem)
Tell me who is ridin', you ain't on it (You ain't on it)
Tell me that you flyin', you ain't drop sh—, on
On to the next one, ring the alarm (Alarm)
On to the next one, on, I'm on (On)
On to the next one, ring the alarm (Alarm)
On to the next one, armed, I'm on
Armed, I'm on
Armed, I'm on
Armed, I'm on
Armed, I'm on