Off the Grid
I'm on a new level
We see fit
We never missed a chance to hit, aye
We killin it, killin it, killin it, killin it
Off the grid I'm smashing all you fucking bitches with my stick
Call of duty I go ghost with my smith
40 50 ice carrots on my wrist
Off the grid I'm smashing all you fucking bitches with my stick
Call of duty I go ghost with my smith
40 50 ice carrots on my wrist
No new friends
I'm on my new shit
Bringing in hit
You stink sewer
Bagging in bags we got bags for riches
Got no time for my old job, damn dishes
I'm on a new level we see fit anything I want I make big wishes
I was on the run, i run like I'm in gta
Then I found my flock, homie got flogged, hmm
Off the grid I'm smashing all you fucking bitches with my stick
Call of duty I go ghost with my smith
40 50 ice carrots on my wrist
Off the grid I'm smashing all you fucking bitches with my stick
Call of duty I go ghost with my smith
40 50 ice carrots on my wrist
Old homies in court they got out CIA had em snitching
Never knew em glocks had a twisted future
I'm on a new level what I saw what I saw
New money new money
I thought I was shit but I ain't never been shit
Bitch you never thought you see me rising
My lifestyle we live like kings and queens
I'm making new money it's undisclosed sum, hmm
Then I made it out the block
Firing up and twisting the clock
Hush baby we got em glock
I'm holding on to the family shop
But that ain't my income no more
We in Japan I sit vip for sumo we make it rain
I make the sun shine
Since I stepped up the hood holding me down no more
Off the grid I'm smashing all you fucking bitches with my stick
Call of duty I go ghost with my smith
40 50 ice carrots on my wrist
Off the grid I'm smashing all you fucking bitches with my stick
Call of duty I go ghost with my smith
40 50 ice carrots on my wrist
I'm on a new level, we see fit
We never missed a change to hit
Aye we killin it, killin it, killin it, we killin it
So fuck a fake friend
Aye fuck a fake friend
So fuck a fake friend, cus we killin it
Aye aye fuck a fake friend
Fuck a fake friend
We see fit
We never missed a chance to hit, aye
We killin it, killin it, killin it, killin it
Off the grid I'm smashing all you fucking bitches with my stick
Call of duty I go ghost with my smith
40 50 ice carrots on my wrist
Off the grid I'm smashing all you fucking bitches with my stick
Call of duty I go ghost with my smith
40 50 ice carrots on my wrist
No new friends
I'm on my new shit
Bringing in hit
You stink sewer
Bagging in bags we got bags for riches
Got no time for my old job, damn dishes
I'm on a new level we see fit anything I want I make big wishes
I was on the run, i run like I'm in gta
Then I found my flock, homie got flogged, hmm
Off the grid I'm smashing all you fucking bitches with my stick
Call of duty I go ghost with my smith
40 50 ice carrots on my wrist
Off the grid I'm smashing all you fucking bitches with my stick
Call of duty I go ghost with my smith
40 50 ice carrots on my wrist
Old homies in court they got out CIA had em snitching
Never knew em glocks had a twisted future
I'm on a new level what I saw what I saw
New money new money
I thought I was shit but I ain't never been shit
Bitch you never thought you see me rising
My lifestyle we live like kings and queens
I'm making new money it's undisclosed sum, hmm
Then I made it out the block
Firing up and twisting the clock
Hush baby we got em glock
I'm holding on to the family shop
But that ain't my income no more
We in Japan I sit vip for sumo we make it rain
I make the sun shine
Since I stepped up the hood holding me down no more
Off the grid I'm smashing all you fucking bitches with my stick
Call of duty I go ghost with my smith
40 50 ice carrots on my wrist
Off the grid I'm smashing all you fucking bitches with my stick
Call of duty I go ghost with my smith
40 50 ice carrots on my wrist
I'm on a new level, we see fit
We never missed a change to hit
Aye we killin it, killin it, killin it, we killin it
So fuck a fake friend
Aye fuck a fake friend
So fuck a fake friend, cus we killin it
Aye aye fuck a fake friend
Fuck a fake friend
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Writer(s): Stephanie Mercy Cruz D
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