Off the Yak

Niggas told me "get on that drill shit"
I said "aight", respectfully

I'm off the 'yac, got a lot on my mind (Got a lot on my mind)
Time is money and if you don't get it
You wastin' my time (Wastin' my time)
After I fuck, she tryna cuff, bitch, you out of line (Get out of here)

Blowin' my phone up
Callin' me cryin', get off my line (Get outta here)
'Cause I am a demon, long as I'm breathin'
Don't want your heart, you can keep it (Keep that)
Bitches'll tell you they love you, they schemin'
Cappin', don't even mean it (They don't even mean it)

But I don't believе it, all of them treeshes
That's why I just fuck it and leavе 'em (Uh-huh)
I just stay loyal to money and music
And all of the guys that I be with (gang)

But back to the real
Just bought me a 'Vette and still ain't signed to a deal (Skrrt)
Niggas be signed and broke, damn
Can't even get out of your deal (Stupid)

I'm paranoid, one hand on my gun
The other hand on the wheel (I got it)
Don't like how he movin'
Tell him to chill, my hitta ready to kill (He poppin')

So stop all that tough shit, black
You only act off a pill (You only act)
When I hit the bros up, niggas is sober, ready to drill (Grr)
No, I don't have to, but if I have to, fuck it, I will (I will)

And all of them niggas
You see me with then (Uh-huh)
You see me with still (You see me with still)

The queen of my city (Huh?)
I am a big deal (Brooklyn)
It's RedLyfe for life
But I fuck with the 'Rips still (Huh?)
Glock on my hip still (Okay)
But when it come to this rap shit
I let my pen spill (Mhm)
They know I been ill (Mhm)

Hop in the V's, pockets on G's
I'm still good in the P's (I'm still good)
Run up a dice game, who got the bank?
I'm bettin' 20 the least (Let me bet it)

Told her to slide
Her hand on my thigh, she feel the brick in my jeans (Ooh)
Tell her uh-uh, mama, don't try, I got the stick in my jeans (No, no)
Somebody BM hittin' my DM
I had to leave her on seen (I had to leave her)
And she not a regular bitch
But that don't mean nothin' to me (That don't mean nothin')

But if you talkin' 'bout money, then fuck it
'Cause that mean somethin' to me (Uh-huh, uh)
You gotta get to the bag fuckin' with me?
Fuck do you mean? (Fuck do you mean?)

Hop on a plane, out with the gang, we in Atlanta slide (Skrrt)
I hit up one of my hoes when I land
Tell her to meet me at Hide (Come meet me)
Foreign cars, big black trucks, we got them hammers inside (Grr)

All of my niggas on timin' (Grr)
Pussy, just know that we got it (Grr)
Them niggas was tryin' to rob me
My shooter, he cocked it and popped it (Grr, baow)
Niggas don't know my body (Grrr, baow)

Thought you was runin'? (Yo)
My guys leave you unconscious, dummy
That's not a threat, that's a promise (That's not a threat)

You see M.A in that foreign (Uh-huh)
Just know it's some niggas behind it (Uh-huh)
And it's some hitters beside it (Uh-huh)
And it's some hitters in front (Uh-huh)

And they poled up, clip on donut
Big drum, ready to dump (Grr, grr, grr)
I swear this not what you want
10 rounds, man down, fuck it, it's up (It's up)
I ain't even see what happened (I ain't even see)
I'm just sippin' my cup (I don't even know)

Y'all be beggin' these hoes
Whenever I see 'em, they ready to fuck (They be ready)
You can ask Marc if I'm cappin' (Facts)
I told that nigga it's magic (Facts)
Bringin' them racks in, I'm about action
Ain't no chillin', relaxin' (None of that)

I've been restless
Other investments, but I'm still killin' this rap shit
Three things I hate, a liar, bills
And payin' my taxes (I hate that shit)

No time to play, can't cuff no chick
They all distractions (I hate that shit)
Never goin' broke or backwards
If I did it, I did what I had to (I did it)
I just got back in my bag too (Uh-huh)
Just put a half a mil' in my stash too (Let's get it)

Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Getting money respectfully
Niggas try to say, "Yo, ayy, bro, we need that old M.A back, man"
I said, "Okay, like, what you mean?"
This shit is nothin', man
I walk and I talk, man
Don't ever play with me like this, man
Niggas told me to do a drill beat myself
I said fuck it, I'ma do a drill beat then
You know what I mean?
It's Brooklyn
It's RedLyfe



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Writer(s): Katorah Marrero, Matthew Jacobson, Trent Gardener
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