OFF THE WALL
And I ain't really love you baby
And I can't really fuck with you lately
Sayin' you can't trust me, you shady
I'll catch you on the corner, in a benzo
Screamin' fuck you, pay me
She grabbed up on my hand
And, we ran on down the hall
She dropped on down her pants
Said "Fuck me up inside the stall"
Choppin' down a bitches legs, last time that I recall
We was poppin' all the bottles, and we goin' off the wall
Bottles in the whip, ice all on my wrist
Don't know what you sayin', man I'm fuckin' on your bitch
Duckin on the snitch, fuck around I'll hit you in your motherfuckin lip
Rip it up, rip it up, rip it up, rip it up
Actin like you care but you don't really give a fuck
See his boy on the street and you know I got sum' tucked
Right by my hip and I'll give you a fucking level up
All white shoes and I bloody em too
It's a fucking head extraction, what the fuck you gon' do
When I'm steppin' through I just need my money from you
Give you a fucking concussion and we link the rendezvous, aye
And I ain't really love you baby
And I can't really fuck with you lately
Sayin' you can't trust you shady
I'll catch you on the corner, in a benzo
Screamin' fuck you, pay me
She grabbed up on my hand, and we ran on down the hall
She dropped on down her pants, said "Fuck me up inside the stall"
Choppin' down a bitches legs, last time that I recall
We was poppin' all the bottles, and we goin' off the wall
Bottles in the whip, ice all on my wrist
Ducking on a snitch, fuck around, I'll hit you in your motherfucking lip
And I can't really fuck with you lately
Sayin' you can't trust me, you shady
I'll catch you on the corner, in a benzo
Screamin' fuck you, pay me
She grabbed up on my hand
And, we ran on down the hall
She dropped on down her pants
Said "Fuck me up inside the stall"
Choppin' down a bitches legs, last time that I recall
We was poppin' all the bottles, and we goin' off the wall
Bottles in the whip, ice all on my wrist
Don't know what you sayin', man I'm fuckin' on your bitch
Duckin on the snitch, fuck around I'll hit you in your motherfuckin lip
Rip it up, rip it up, rip it up, rip it up
Actin like you care but you don't really give a fuck
See his boy on the street and you know I got sum' tucked
Right by my hip and I'll give you a fucking level up
All white shoes and I bloody em too
It's a fucking head extraction, what the fuck you gon' do
When I'm steppin' through I just need my money from you
Give you a fucking concussion and we link the rendezvous, aye
And I ain't really love you baby
And I can't really fuck with you lately
Sayin' you can't trust you shady
I'll catch you on the corner, in a benzo
Screamin' fuck you, pay me
She grabbed up on my hand, and we ran on down the hall
She dropped on down her pants, said "Fuck me up inside the stall"
Choppin' down a bitches legs, last time that I recall
We was poppin' all the bottles, and we goin' off the wall
Bottles in the whip, ice all on my wrist
Ducking on a snitch, fuck around, I'll hit you in your motherfucking lip
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Writer(s): Samuel Dewitt
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