Off the Muscle

Yea, Yea
Yea, Yea

Yea
Ridin round town in a shuttle
Shhh
Everybody know they in trouble
Got a quarter pound and I keep it in the duffle
Shawty pussy pop like a muhfuckin bubble
Yea, and you know I got it off the muscle
If they want smoke get to poppin we don't tussle
Blow a hundred rounds make em dance make em shuffle
Whole squad fitted yea we drippin leave a puddle

One of these checks I might cop me a Rolls
Hop out that whip then I hop in your hoe
How that's your main when I'm there she on go
Just like my Glock that bitch ready to blow
I hit yo hoe bout a week ago face it
Hit from the back turned around and she taste it
V-lone my crewneck and Off-white my laces
Shawty a eight, pussy tight but she basic
Jackin my swag, what you make ima tax it
Can't say I'm cold MCM on my jacket
The moves I be making put me in them brackets
My opps steady shakin but me Im relaxing
Heard he want smoke boy I stay with the pressure
Im with yo hoe said she down for whatever
My dick in her brain now I know that she clever
I already hit if she dip ima let her
Talk to yo hoe she gone tell you bout Fluence
Now yo chick single relationship ruined
Would let you know but you already knew it
Just stay off my dick cause she already blew it
Like the wind blowing I'm chasing this paper
We gettin faded ain't talking bout taper
I fuck with my fans and feel bad for my haters
Don't fuck with my wave but they'll hop on it later
Shit major

Riding round town in a shuttle
Shhh
Everybody know they in trouble
Got a quarter pound and I keep it in the duffle
Shawty pussy pop like a muhfuckin bubble
Yea, and you know I got it off the muscle
If they want smoke get to poppin we don't tussle
Blow a hundred rounds make em dance make em shuffle
Whole squad fitted yea we drippin leave a puddle



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Writer(s): Alexander Bailey
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