Off the Muscle (GG Mix)

Bitch this shit off the muscle
Glock on my side case that boy trynna tussle
Fuck on a bitch I ain't wearing no rubber
Switch on his ass he can't even take cover
Swing wit that drac trying to break up a huddle
They group up on nawf
Then i'm popping they bubble
Lie to the hoe bet I tell her I love her

My niggas they spinning
I'm mad as fuck even though that i'm grinning
They mad at us cause my niggas stay winning
We pray to god even though we be sinning
Boy you get slapped in your shit trying to come in my face
Asking gangnem about all these killings
We don't know shit boy my niggas be chilling
Get hit in your neck make your face lose a feeling
Walk his ass down boy it won't be no healing
Fish in the lake let that drac get to reeling
We coming back later if I see some children
This rap shit pop off then i'm running up millions
You run up in public I clear the whole building

Aye tell him get the fuck back
He come through here playing i'm flipping his scat
I'm sliming shit down I can't fuck with these rats
Buy the bitch what she want she don't know how to act
She just want nawf to come pull out her tracks
Her boyfriend a hoe so i'm taking his sack
Blick in my hand case he try to come back
Send my lil brother to go catch a hat
Me and marsko sending shots out the lac
I rap but ain't shit to go throw on all black

On these niggas
Switch on the back so you just squeeze the trigger
Ran up my racks now my pockets got bigger
Boy pick a side ain't no man in the middle
Glock fully auto it sing you a riddle
Dead on arrival won't see no hospital
She fuck wit me cause she know i'm that nigga
Uh, she sucking my dick and you kissed her
Can't set me up bitch I'm clutching my pistol
Cut a bitch off and go fuck on her sister
Ten bad bitches for me and my members
Got shot bout a hoe cause that lil boy was tender
Blew me like a whistle you know that i spinned her
Lilman and marsko caught the lob and they flipped her
I looked a opp in his face and got tickled
She slurp the dick like a pickle
Spin on they block and throw guns in the river

Damn, you know lil nawf he go ham
He do this shit for the clout and the gram
Cougar got mad cause I ain't tell her yes mam
Stupid ass nigga got his whole gang bammed
Uh, bitch ain't no dodging these bullets get rammed
Fully mag on me nigga play and get slammed

Yeah, trying to dunk on his block
Slow the car down lilman I see a opp
762 bullets gone hit his top
Look like a bowling ball went through his car
I'm high as fuck and she know I'm a star
Roll his ass up inna mother fucking gar
He say the wrong thing he won't see tomorrow

Say the wrong thing and he won't see tonight
Glock in this bitch who the fuck fixing to fight
You gone fall on your face if you reach for this ice
Had to put his ass up now i'm locked send a kite
Aye my pockets crip, shoes real right
Christian Louboutin each step is a price
I ain't talking bout chores, but I clean up nice
I rap in the day serve fiends at night
He hit that shit once make him lean back twice
I fuck with this here this shit beating like ike
Hit your bitch from the back baby call me ray rice

Nigga say they getting money I can hardly tell
Nigga got on ray bands these cartiers
How I'm going up you'll think I invented stairs
Pockets on swole they thick as hell
Trap slapping think I need a different scale
Za stanky that shit got a pissy smell
It's sunday but we still deliver mail

Fish bowl but it ain't no fish in there
Hop in and that dope shit be everywhere
Real ape that bape I got every pair
My clothes cost this shit here expensive wear
Trap house, shit look like dispensaries
Glock so hot hit that bitch now it's sizzling
Foreign shoes from Italy gang