Going Off
Breaking news
Nigga touch me he gone make the news
Everything a young nigga say so smooth
See a bad bitch gotta make my move
Have a nigga scared better bring yo tool
When I take that shit bet he ain't gone move
Tryna run away better lace yo shoes
Put a bullet in his back leave his face in a pool
I took a lil nigga bitch with the quickness
She walked up on me and she grabbed on my zipper
Told me to come to the car
We took us a ride to the spot and you know I was in her
Then we went back to the crib the nigga was mad
Cause he seen the way she was limping
Already knew what it was so then at that moment
I started to clutch on my pistol
He shook his head and went away
Almost caught him some led right in the face
I'm pronouncing dead in a different way
She got into his head and kissed his face
Stupid nigga you falling for all the tricks
Meanwhile I be fucking a lot of tricks
Stack the money and go buy a lot of sticks
Put that bitch and his brother inside a ditch
I was just cruising through my sister neighborhood
Seen a opp and that bitch got to trucking
Already knew what it was we made eye contact
Guess he didn't know I was coming
Ain't even hop out the whip and that lil nigga dipped
If you GanGsta then why is you running
He was just talking that shit til I seen the lil bitch
And that nigga even do nothing
I'm going off in the studio
Ballin hard like my name Ricky Rubio
In the party don't say nothing to me hoe
Pull a Corbin kidnap him like foolio
Got a pistol on me and my finger itching
Shoot his ass in the face leave his finger twitching
I'm a dog you a puppy they see the difference
I get crazy for real so keep ya distance
If he came with a bag he leaving in it
If he came with his mans he leaving with em
Both of them niggas scared I see it in em
See me and start to shaking I peep it in em
Boy you really a pussy you really a hoe
Put a tag on his toe then I get on the road
Fuck the police ion fuck with the folks
Niggas taking down notes tryna steal my flow
I give him the word that bullet gone hit up his nerve
I bet he start having a seizure
ATM menace gone come through like rocket
And I can't be stopped so they calling me ceasar
I take yo bitch and I give her the smack down
Superstar put it raw on a diva
38 special I bet you won't test it
I turn the lil bitch to a ghost like a reaper
Fuck what they talking bout
I got young niggas ready to walk em down
Then the police gone have to come chalk it out
I'm go off the grid I won't be found
Say he want smoke he thought it was a blunt
But I gave him a cigarette fuck up his lungs
I got a couple of shooters used to be in band
You know they love playing with drums
I don't be fucking with niggas no loving these bitches
I'm quick to go crazy and blank
When I see you I'm shoot with this tool let it loose
Hit yo ass in the spot that you think
I can pull up with them weapons and clear out the section
And blow up some shit with a tank
We got them glocks and revolvers a problem I solve it
We quick to pull up where you stay
Let's go my nigga dump it
Come through yo hood blowing shit like a trumpet
We get to pumping
I light a nigga insides up like it's Halloween he the pumpkin
Boy you a hoe nigga stay dick riding on another nigga for some clout
Stop allat flexing I know you ain't bout nun of that shit you really be saying you bout
Never snitching ain't telling shit
Play with me and I bet you be heaven sent
Big AR with extended clip
Barrel long as the nose of a elephant
Can't play both sides man I gotta stay high man them drugs really be the medicine
In my mind I come like a devil bitch
Quick to spaz so watch who you messing with
I kill any beat that I'm on
And I'm hoping one day the world would see
I keep showing love from the heart
That I hope my girl could see
Better not make a move
Hit his face make him jump like a kangaroo
I know niggas was born up in 82
That'll knock the lil boy out his baby shoes
I told em step to me like a man he ain't even step
Gotta whoop em just like a kid finna get the belt
AR 15 with a big beam gone hit some no missing
This ain't split screen don't switch teams I'm kill yo ass til you quitting
Nigga touch me he gone make the news
Everything a young nigga say so smooth
See a bad bitch gotta make my move
Have a nigga scared better bring yo tool
When I take that shit bet he ain't gone move
Tryna run away better lace yo shoes
Put a bullet in his back leave his face in a pool
I took a lil nigga bitch with the quickness
She walked up on me and she grabbed on my zipper
Told me to come to the car
We took us a ride to the spot and you know I was in her
Then we went back to the crib the nigga was mad
Cause he seen the way she was limping
Already knew what it was so then at that moment
I started to clutch on my pistol
He shook his head and went away
Almost caught him some led right in the face
I'm pronouncing dead in a different way
She got into his head and kissed his face
Stupid nigga you falling for all the tricks
Meanwhile I be fucking a lot of tricks
Stack the money and go buy a lot of sticks
Put that bitch and his brother inside a ditch
I was just cruising through my sister neighborhood
Seen a opp and that bitch got to trucking
Already knew what it was we made eye contact
Guess he didn't know I was coming
Ain't even hop out the whip and that lil nigga dipped
If you GanGsta then why is you running
He was just talking that shit til I seen the lil bitch
And that nigga even do nothing
I'm going off in the studio
Ballin hard like my name Ricky Rubio
In the party don't say nothing to me hoe
Pull a Corbin kidnap him like foolio
Got a pistol on me and my finger itching
Shoot his ass in the face leave his finger twitching
I'm a dog you a puppy they see the difference
I get crazy for real so keep ya distance
If he came with a bag he leaving in it
If he came with his mans he leaving with em
Both of them niggas scared I see it in em
See me and start to shaking I peep it in em
Boy you really a pussy you really a hoe
Put a tag on his toe then I get on the road
Fuck the police ion fuck with the folks
Niggas taking down notes tryna steal my flow
I give him the word that bullet gone hit up his nerve
I bet he start having a seizure
ATM menace gone come through like rocket
And I can't be stopped so they calling me ceasar
I take yo bitch and I give her the smack down
Superstar put it raw on a diva
38 special I bet you won't test it
I turn the lil bitch to a ghost like a reaper
Fuck what they talking bout
I got young niggas ready to walk em down
Then the police gone have to come chalk it out
I'm go off the grid I won't be found
Say he want smoke he thought it was a blunt
But I gave him a cigarette fuck up his lungs
I got a couple of shooters used to be in band
You know they love playing with drums
I don't be fucking with niggas no loving these bitches
I'm quick to go crazy and blank
When I see you I'm shoot with this tool let it loose
Hit yo ass in the spot that you think
I can pull up with them weapons and clear out the section
And blow up some shit with a tank
We got them glocks and revolvers a problem I solve it
We quick to pull up where you stay
Let's go my nigga dump it
Come through yo hood blowing shit like a trumpet
We get to pumping
I light a nigga insides up like it's Halloween he the pumpkin
Boy you a hoe nigga stay dick riding on another nigga for some clout
Stop allat flexing I know you ain't bout nun of that shit you really be saying you bout
Never snitching ain't telling shit
Play with me and I bet you be heaven sent
Big AR with extended clip
Barrel long as the nose of a elephant
Can't play both sides man I gotta stay high man them drugs really be the medicine
In my mind I come like a devil bitch
Quick to spaz so watch who you messing with
I kill any beat that I'm on
And I'm hoping one day the world would see
I keep showing love from the heart
That I hope my girl could see
Better not make a move
Hit his face make him jump like a kangaroo
I know niggas was born up in 82
That'll knock the lil boy out his baby shoes
I told em step to me like a man he ain't even step
Gotta whoop em just like a kid finna get the belt
AR 15 with a big beam gone hit some no missing
This ain't split screen don't switch teams I'm kill yo ass til you quitting
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Writer(s): Tadarius Summerville
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