Off Dat

Ayy, I'm off the go, I'm off the jump, I'm off the dome, I'm off the rip
I'm off the motherfuckin' words up inside my head, let me stack my brain, get rich
I'm off the pills, I'm off the sip, I'm off the drugs that feel like shit
Talk to my demons, I got repercussions, they usin' my soul and my energy, shit

I don't kick it, let's it stacks, and some profit off a bit
I'ma send a pussy back, if she never sucking dick
I can't deal with how you act, mane you spoiled as a bitch
I've been dreamin' that me and my dogs are up

Did you know that you can't be a part of us
I'm not one just to talk, best to run it up
Okay, did you know about the times that I stepped up outta the surface, bruh
Right there, lil' bitch, gimme c-notes

Okay, don't matter where I end up
I shoot my paint through the window
You make zero sense and then end flawed
Okay, they walk back, now I'm up fifth

Fuck a office, bitch, I mop this
They just talkin' do this often
I've been chillin' in stackin' gold, hold up
Like, fuck that, how did I know you ain't with that

Brittle, I break you like Kit Kat
You a lil' boy, you a rugrat
All of these people, they talkin' so much
Harsh on myself, I ain't filled no luck

Hard my feelings, I never like love
You better know that this boutta get buck
Okay
I'm off the go, I'm off the jump

I'm off the dome, I'm off the rip
I'm off the motherfuckin' words up inside my head
Let me stack my bread and get rich
I'm off the pills, I'm off the sip

I'm off the drugs that feel like shit
Talk to my demons, I got repercussions
They usin' my soul and my energy, shit
I don't kick it, less it stacks and profit off a bit

I'ma send a pussy back, if she never sucking dick
I can't deal with how you act, mane, you spoiled as a bitch
I been dreamin' that me and my dawgs are up
Did you know that you can't be a part of us

I'm not one just to talk, best to Run it up
Okay, did you know about the times that I stepped up outta the surface, bruh
Right there, lil' bitch, gimme c-notes
Okay, don't matter where I end up

I shot my through the window, you make zero sense and then end flawed
Okay, they walk back, now I'm up fifth
Fuck a office, bitch, I'm mopped this
They just talkin' do this often

I been chillin' and stackin' gold, hold up
Like, fuck that, how did I know you ain't with that
Brittle, I break you like Kit Kat
You a lil' boy, you a rug rat

All of these people, they talkin' so much
Harsh on myself, I ain't feelin' no luck
Hard on my feelings, I never like love
You better know that this boutta get bucked

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Writer(s): Bum Boi
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