I Go Off

Fill my liver with liquor
I'll fill my lungs up with smoke
I'll go an grab me a pitcher
I drink an smoke up the most
Money Figures
Getting Bigger
Cuz I keep counting checks
Some direct
Some jus rest
I don't sleep
I jus feast
Imma beast
Imma dawg
Imma motha fuckin problem
Get drunk I go wild
This aint a mood bitch
This my fuckin style
I go Kyle
Like it's dry wall
Turn the game to dust
Thanos with the snap or bust
Hold on to my nuts
Wit a middle finger up
Ride wit us
Or go get fucked
I don't give a fuck
Don't get fucked up
Better cross the road fore you cross us
Sauced Up
Bet you aint fuck wit a boss huh
Under you bed yea I'm the monster
All of my movements be colossal
Dust ya ass jus like a fossil

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Yall don't know me
Seriously
Yall dont know me
Then let me introduce myself
HAAAAA

Yea I'm mad
Yea I'm smokin gas
Yea I'm crazy bout the cash
If you did the math
You'd know where to find me at
Chaos plus a fifth of Jack
Lotta weed in a split wrap
Add some bottles tippin back
An you see your boy relaxed
Watch me snap
At the drop of a dime
I might cross lines
I'm in my mind
I tend to get lost
In the sauce
Got some haze from a blunt
Get some head from a slut
Then I rest my eyes an go to work
I heard you last if you aint first
I keep doin dirt
I spit absurd
Drink til I hurl
Grab a beat an murk
Til I'm under the Earth
Jus bury me wit some gold
Grab a ferry for a toll
Imma float
Down the river
As a liquored sinner
Dead ass winner
Colder than an Artic winter
Mikey Ray is no beginner

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Writer(s): Michael Lanham
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