Going Off

Travel channel on the flat screen
Hella bops trying to add me
Goomba they asking what that mean
Dont trip i wake it up like a bad dream
Yeah i get it cracking like crab legs

Im even gassing on my bad days
Home of the sideshow no drag race
I got neck 2 times like a fat face
Valet trying to park my car
Last night was kinda crazy dawg
Sipping champagne in the fastlane i should obey the law
But im crazy yall im fucking crazy yall
I got bars trying to raise the bar
Im a boy trying to raise a boy
I go hard but i'd rather just chill in my lazyboy
No news but im a paperboy
You get paid and they hate you for it
But im grateful for it
So i floor it to the top

Cause the shit dont stop like a laxative
Got my lab right at the crib hell naw its not a mansion bitch
Thats why you see me going hard to expand the shit
I love spanish chicks that smoke cannibus
And can handle this
Couldn't take this dick so she ran from it
Thats cocky im just rambling

You can't stop me shouldve read it on the pamphlet
Philantrophist I just said it so i could rhyme it
I'm after quarters like a fucking lineman
I want my piggy bank to break
I need bacon and it's perfect timing I'm fucked up like [?]
And top ramen ain't gonna cut it
I need ribs from [?] I'm grubbing
I use to drink underage like that boy mclovin
I got a little popping gained a million cousins
I dont fuck with 5-0 so i feel like a muslim
They loving my clothes got the interent buzzing
I had a bitch named rose
But i didn't keep her though cause she was one of a dozen
I'm so high there's no one above em
Always off that shit that come after rubbing
ALCOHOL fight clubbing
Unless im getting paid to hit that stage

Back in the day was wearing red [?] and [?]
Now they throwing panties and fans try to grope me
4 deep on me and im not talking OE
Use to rock a black hoodie, pop in gold teeth
Now im hippied out OG low key
Throwing up the west side cause i rep my C

Specific you bitches
I am so distant from disses i wouldn't piss on you bitches
Plus you missing your rythym woo
All i hear is fans chanting roachy balboa
I'm pacing backstage goddamn i need to throw up [?] on me
You dont wanna see me blow up
Bout time i grow up so im eating my spinich
Handling my buisness
Counting benz in a [?]
I got a spot in L.A. and one in the bay

This game's a fucking bitch but im a penetrate it
Cause i need fillet minion on my dinner plate
And i want nicki minaj as my dinner date
And i waited long enough I'm not for the waiting
I'm going off bitch yeah im going off
I mustve popped a viagra cause these other rappers going soft

Roachy Roachy Roachy Roachy Balboa
Roachy Roachy Roachy Roachy Balboa
Roachy Roachy Roachy Roachy Balboa



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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Orlando Campbell
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