Off It
I'm rockin, Drake shit, non stoppin
Put it in her hand, she don't play games, never twist it, she bop it
If I'm giving up the hoe, CP3 how I lob it
Keem told me to get it but a nigga damn near got it
Damn I feel like Russell, how I take off like a rocket
Imma eat up all these beats and save all the green for my pockets
Yeah she said she got mans, LOL, told her to stop it
Rolling up the gas, stuck on Pluto, bitch I'm off it
Brought this beat into the world, just to put it in a coffin
Shorty talkin this and that, constipated, she not on shit
See some new shoes, gotta cop it
Keep it goin, I can't stop it
If she show me all her goods, well then I'm going shopping
Not a penny, she a dime
Keep her quiet like a mime
She so bad, if you saw her you woulda thought she was a crime
Don't keep a watch on me, can't give a hoe no time
And I never keep a ruler but keep the hoes in line
Peep my thoughts, I don't mind
Nike skater, check the grind
I'm ahead, but if she throwin' ass, time to get behind
Thinkin top dog like Jay Z, that Empire State of Mind
Hella bars to scrunch your face, got your muscles on incline
Like a star watch how I shine
Convos short just like a vine
I keep that peace without that piece, I really keep that peace of mind
Out the rough, I'm so refined
Outta Raleigh, from the 9
Don't really fuck with cops, I never got along with swine
Steady on a paper chase
Steady sprint I keep the pace
Her hand in my briefs, I asked why, she said just in case
Told her don't play with her food so she put in her face
Hit it out the park, headed home, I'm off third base
Shape the world, it looks like clay
Feed my dogs, they never stray
She always on her knees but I know she never pray
Dodging bullshit like olé
Ballin' like I play 2k
Undercover freak in the sheets, it's not cheating it's role play
Never switchin', bitch I'm in my own lane
NBA, how she playin' games
On that bullshit, what you say mane
Hot like a stove, sparking bright flames
Not a frog, I'm bout to rip it
Not like y'all, bitch I'm so different
Life moves fast, I almost missed it
Born on Christmas how I'm gifted
These bars are hella fluid, woulda thought that it was liquid
I got glasses for the math so you know I got the vision
All my seconds feel like days, told her I'll be back in about an hour
Check the clouds, money showers
Spewing heat, I feel like bowser
Tried reaching for my goals, didn't work, oh no it didn't
Had to get up off my ass just so I can go and get it
I admit it I was lackin'
FedEx bullshit, sent it packin'
Actions speak louder than words, you can't ever catch me chattin'
Money route, steady trackin'
I keep it real, never actin'
On the move from place to place, 12 might think that I was trappin'
I really gotta go and get it, go and get it
Her legs never got along, look at how she split it
Chips and salsa, how she in her bag, look at how she dip it
Never did construction but she make me wanna drill it
Damn she go dumb low
Lower than the floor
She bring it up, Michael Bay movie, shit in slow mo
But I never give a fuck tho
I only want frontal
I know the future, never chase a bitch, I only chase dinero
Put it in her hand, she don't play games, never twist it, she bop it
If I'm giving up the hoe, CP3 how I lob it
Keem told me to get it but a nigga damn near got it
Damn I feel like Russell, how I take off like a rocket
Imma eat up all these beats and save all the green for my pockets
Yeah she said she got mans, LOL, told her to stop it
Rolling up the gas, stuck on Pluto, bitch I'm off it
Brought this beat into the world, just to put it in a coffin
Shorty talkin this and that, constipated, she not on shit
See some new shoes, gotta cop it
Keep it goin, I can't stop it
If she show me all her goods, well then I'm going shopping
Not a penny, she a dime
Keep her quiet like a mime
She so bad, if you saw her you woulda thought she was a crime
Don't keep a watch on me, can't give a hoe no time
And I never keep a ruler but keep the hoes in line
Peep my thoughts, I don't mind
Nike skater, check the grind
I'm ahead, but if she throwin' ass, time to get behind
Thinkin top dog like Jay Z, that Empire State of Mind
Hella bars to scrunch your face, got your muscles on incline
Like a star watch how I shine
Convos short just like a vine
I keep that peace without that piece, I really keep that peace of mind
Out the rough, I'm so refined
Outta Raleigh, from the 9
Don't really fuck with cops, I never got along with swine
Steady on a paper chase
Steady sprint I keep the pace
Her hand in my briefs, I asked why, she said just in case
Told her don't play with her food so she put in her face
Hit it out the park, headed home, I'm off third base
Shape the world, it looks like clay
Feed my dogs, they never stray
She always on her knees but I know she never pray
Dodging bullshit like olé
Ballin' like I play 2k
Undercover freak in the sheets, it's not cheating it's role play
Never switchin', bitch I'm in my own lane
NBA, how she playin' games
On that bullshit, what you say mane
Hot like a stove, sparking bright flames
Not a frog, I'm bout to rip it
Not like y'all, bitch I'm so different
Life moves fast, I almost missed it
Born on Christmas how I'm gifted
These bars are hella fluid, woulda thought that it was liquid
I got glasses for the math so you know I got the vision
All my seconds feel like days, told her I'll be back in about an hour
Check the clouds, money showers
Spewing heat, I feel like bowser
Tried reaching for my goals, didn't work, oh no it didn't
Had to get up off my ass just so I can go and get it
I admit it I was lackin'
FedEx bullshit, sent it packin'
Actions speak louder than words, you can't ever catch me chattin'
Money route, steady trackin'
I keep it real, never actin'
On the move from place to place, 12 might think that I was trappin'
I really gotta go and get it, go and get it
Her legs never got along, look at how she split it
Chips and salsa, how she in her bag, look at how she dip it
Never did construction but she make me wanna drill it
Damn she go dumb low
Lower than the floor
She bring it up, Michael Bay movie, shit in slow mo
But I never give a fuck tho
I only want frontal
I know the future, never chase a bitch, I only chase dinero
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Writer(s): Michael Webb
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