Off The Map

They said where you been lately I'm off the map
It's a brand new Mercedes I came to brag
I tell em' to drop the location and doing tags
They said they couldn't find me I told em' I'm in my bag

It don't matter what I'm selling I promise I get it gone
She asked me for my number but I got a couple phones
It's a problem when I walk in, I promise I'm taking hoes
And sorry lil homie but she forgot to take her clothes
I'm a real runner baby you know I be on the road
I ain't really with the talking I keep the shit on the low
Now we be popping bottles with bitches at Mr. Jones
And I ain't really tripping the next day I'm going ghost
And I ain't even post it the next day I was in a ghost
Surprised she didn't tell you how Jonah was in her throat
And my homie real solid I got the shit on a float
If you think you really got it I promise you losing hope

They said where you been lately I'm off the map
It's a brand new Mercedes I came to brag
I tell em' to drop the location and doing tags
They said they couldn't find me I told em' I'm in my bag

Had to go get it I was thugging on the south
I really beat the block now I got diamonds in my mouth
I come from grannies I was pissing on the couch
Lil nigga cussin' back, Poppa said you better watch your mouth
Said you better watch your friends, Fuck a friend I'll kill them all
All these folks around me bruddas, To the top yeah we gon' ball
I know all these bitches hating, Waiting, Pray on me to fall
Got a thirty had a twenty fifty shoot it like I'm Paul
Ooooooooo, Now I'm the litest in the city
Ain't sign up for no bullshit you better be talking millions
Oooooooo, These niggas acting like they bitches
They get a piece of pussy then go speak about the business

They said where you been lately I'm off the map
It's a brand new Mercedes I came to brag
I tell em' to drop the location and doing tags
They said they couldn't find me I told em' I'm in my bag



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Writer(s): Jonah Thomas
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