Off It
Big cup of syrup
Half a ounce of herb
They say them shooterz out
My blocc keep gettn circled by birdz
Had to boss up
I remember bein on da curb
Trash bagz fulla yamz but it smell like turdz
Okay i jumped off da porch wit a deuce in ma boot
Letz get active
I get it craccn my gang love when i shoot
I used to kicc the door
Get on the floor
Bet nobody move
Mane you alwayz talm bout robbn
Bet they give it up when im plottn
Now my poccetz clump but no cottage
Sayd my poccetz clump wit no collage
I got macz n pumpz
Ain stun chumpz
Put the beam on em need silence
Ill have a bich nicca singin like yk osirius
Me and my choppa screwed up but he silenced
Late night all blacc come thru wylin
Bonnie went to kiccn like surprise bich
For my birthday all i want iz a brand new k
Load it up... hit 370 and make the blocc fade
I ain russian but bring terror
Walk da blocc wit akz
My brain polluted think im putin
Dont take much imma spray
Im off a big cup of syrup
Half a ounce of herb
They say them shooterz out
My blocc keep gettn circled by birdz
Had to boss up
I remember bein on da curb
Trash bagz fulla yamz but it smell like turdz
Aye gang say its time slide
Call up da glove n we get em all lined
Walk push jawz to da left
Cell he done slid wit a step
30 Gone eat up like jeff
I came out tunnels aint leavin no mess
My poccets done blew up no shrek
It aint chit
Ill get his ahh wrecced
Hol up
Imma jump off the rope call em stuntman
30 Im comin wit nun but gorillas
I really be spinnin
Luh hair on the trigger
Im plugged in the 4
Come wit apes when i blitz em
That nicca was cappin luh woadie done licced em
Im really cutthroat chill wit allat sneak dissin
Me and loco double teamed he went missin
He prolly wit fishes
They lookin in ditches
Big 30 imma chef in the kitchen
Unwrap them bales we can get bacc to business
Callin 12 mane these luh niccas trimmin
They really want smoke then its Pressure we sendin
They really want smoke then them apes we gone send in
Fucc allat talkn ma luh niccaz spinnin
Dont give no fucc bout a sentence
Shoot til itz finished
30 Be trimmin off dat
Big cup of syrup
Half a ounce of herb
They say them shooterz out
My blocc keep gettn circled by birdz
Had to boss up
I remember bein on da curb
Trash bagz fulla yamz but it smell like turdz
You july
Ya pistol jam
I make that firework
Whole hood gettn served
Got that fire work
All on front street gettn it craccn
You gone hide and lurk
Dirty 30
Blowin purpy
Big cup of syrup
Im off it
Half a ounce of herb
They say them shooterz out
My blocc keep gettn circled by birdz
Had to boss up
I remember bein on da curb
Trash bagz fulla yamz but it smell like turdz
Okay i jumped off da porch wit a deuce in ma boot
Letz get active
I get it craccn my gang love when i shoot
I used to kicc the door
Get on the floor
Bet nobody move
Mane you alwayz talm bout robbn
Bet they give it up when im plottn
Now my poccetz clump but no cottage
Sayd my poccetz clump wit no collage
I got macz n pumpz
Ain stun chumpz
Put the beam on em need silence
Ill have a bich nicca singin like yk osirius
Me and my choppa screwed up but he silenced
Late night all blacc come thru wylin
Bonnie went to kiccn like surprise bich
For my birthday all i want iz a brand new k
Load it up... hit 370 and make the blocc fade
I ain russian but bring terror
Walk da blocc wit akz
My brain polluted think im putin
Dont take much imma spray
Im off a big cup of syrup
Half a ounce of herb
They say them shooterz out
My blocc keep gettn circled by birdz
Had to boss up
I remember bein on da curb
Trash bagz fulla yamz but it smell like turdz
Aye gang say its time slide
Call up da glove n we get em all lined
Walk push jawz to da left
Cell he done slid wit a step
30 Gone eat up like jeff
I came out tunnels aint leavin no mess
My poccets done blew up no shrek
It aint chit
Ill get his ahh wrecced
Hol up
Imma jump off the rope call em stuntman
30 Im comin wit nun but gorillas
I really be spinnin
Luh hair on the trigger
Im plugged in the 4
Come wit apes when i blitz em
That nicca was cappin luh woadie done licced em
Im really cutthroat chill wit allat sneak dissin
Me and loco double teamed he went missin
He prolly wit fishes
They lookin in ditches
Big 30 imma chef in the kitchen
Unwrap them bales we can get bacc to business
Callin 12 mane these luh niccas trimmin
They really want smoke then its Pressure we sendin
They really want smoke then them apes we gone send in
Fucc allat talkn ma luh niccaz spinnin
Dont give no fucc bout a sentence
Shoot til itz finished
30 Be trimmin off dat
Big cup of syrup
Half a ounce of herb
They say them shooterz out
My blocc keep gettn circled by birdz
Had to boss up
I remember bein on da curb
Trash bagz fulla yamz but it smell like turdz
You july
Ya pistol jam
I make that firework
Whole hood gettn served
Got that fire work
All on front street gettn it craccn
You gone hide and lurk
Dirty 30
Blowin purpy
Big cup of syrup
Im off it
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