[Intro: Fredo Santana]
We on our way, I'm on my way (Baby, gotta know)
Savage Squad, bitch, we on our way
Talk to 'em T Lanez

[Chorus: Tory Lanez & Fredo Santana]
Hopped up out the 'Rari, now they say I'm on my way
If she don't leave with me, I'ma send her on her way (Thot)
My whip so fade, ya'll n***as so scared, I know they all afraid (Skrt skrt, what?)
If she don't leave with me, I'ma send her on her way (Baby, gotta know, what?)
I'm on my way, young n***as don't play, I'm on my way
And my bitch on the way, huh, young n***a don't play (Haha), young n***a don't play
I swear I'm on my way, I'm on my way, young n***a don't play (Way)
I swear I'm on my way, young n***a don't play, I swear

[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
Never signed a deal (Nah), independent, had to make a way (I did)
Call my plug, say he got that yay, need that shit today
Got chips like Frito-Lay, bitches do what Fredo say (They do, yeah)
Text their phone and they text me back like "I'm on my way" (Okay, I'm on my way)
I'm on my way (Okay), talkin' money? Let's conversate (Let's get it)
Chasin' bitches? I'm chasin' cake, front on me, that K gon' spray (Grrah, grah)
That K gone spray (Grrah), chopper beat like 808
Front you work and you don't pay, kill your ass the next day
Tell these fuck n***as catch up (Catch up), 'cause I'm on my way (Phew)
Call a club up, tell 'em "Squad, bitch, we on our way" (Squad)
Bitches comin' every way (Thots), poppin' Xans like everyday
N***as fake, bitches fake, but I knew that anyway (Anyway)
[Chorus: Tory Lanez & Fredo Santana]
Hopped up out the 'Rari, now they say I'm on my way
If she don't leave with me, I'ma send her on her way (Thot)
My whip so fade, ya'll n***as so scared, I know they all afraid (Skrt skrt, damn)
If she don't leave with me, I'ma send her on her way (Baby, gotta know, what?)
I'm on my way, young n***as don't play, I'm on my way
And my bitch on the way, huh, young n***a don't play (Haha), young n***a don't play
I swear I'm on my way, I'm on my way, young n***a don't play (Way)
I swear I'm on my way (Baby, gotta know), young n***a don't play, I swear

[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]
Bitches come and go, see me I ain't chasin' them (Nah)
Kush blunts got a n***a high like I'm lacin' them
Savage Squad don't play with them (Nah), keep guns, we play with them (Bang bang)
Let us see a opp, then you know that we sprayin' them (Sprayin' them, bang)
We sprayin' them (Bang), chopper bullets aimed at him
Fuck them n***as who came with them (Fuck 'em), bad bitch with a 5th of lean (Bad)
And she got some friends and she said they on their way (They on their way)
And she have some friends and she say they on their way (What?)
In a room full of bad bitches up in their draws (Let's get it)
They ain't finna do the squad, pass 'em just like basketball (Basketball, squad squad)
Downtown at the low, we finna fuck 'em all (What?)
Remember when I ain't had shit and now a n***a got it all

[Chorus: Tory Lanez & Fredo Santana]
Hopped up out the 'Rari, now they say I'm on my way
If she don't leave with me, I'ma send her on her way (Thot)
My whip so fade, ya'll n***as so scared, I know they all afraid (Skrt skrt, damn)
If she don't leave with me, I'ma send her on her way (Baby, gotta know, what?)
I'm on my way, young n***as don't play, I'm on my way
And my bitch on the way, huh, young n***a don't play (Haha), young n***a don't play
I swear I'm on my way, I'm on my way, young n***a don't play (Way)
I swear I'm on my way (Baby, gotta know), young n***a don't play, I swear