Off The Court (with Polo G & Einer Bankz)

(Tuned Up)
(Ayo, Sheff)

My lil' n- shoot sh- on and off the court like Ja Morant
Got the lo' and like "Ring Around the Ro'," my n- spinned
Heard he died and took a sh-
Nasty a- left with a stench
Get a n- drenched
Heard his a- got sat down like a b-

And the Glock don't straddle no fists, and this b- go both ways (this b- go both)
Treat the Glizzy like Lil Baby, I waved his b- like, "Hey" (grrt)
I don't usually respond to n- dissin', I wait 'til we bump
Switch up on a Glock, make bullets spread, this b- shoot like a pump (freh, freh)
We roll all our opps up in a 'Wood
What's-his-name a blunt (ayy, what's-his), what's-his-name a strain
Heard he got chased and you ran on yo' mans (I heard you)

We lay n- down for dissin' us, watch the sh- you Tweet (watch the sh- you Tweet)
Think he got Benadryl in the chop' how it make n- sleep (shh)
It make n- nap
It make n- go to bed for real (uh-huh)
Last opp tried to run, almost made it, but he trip and fell (come on)

My lil' n- shoot sh- on and off the court like Ja Morant
Got the lo' and like "Ring Around the Ro'," my n- spinned
Heard he died and took a sh-
Nasty a- left with a stench
Get a n- drenched
Heard his a- got sat down like a b-

Pull up, spin, hop out the car
He try to run, he ain't gettin' too far
Walk down on him, "Grrah, grrah", I got my stick in the club like Ja
Tweak in this b-, hollows eatin' this sh-, yeah, I'm bound to open his head

We throw up Bs, b-, lil' foenem keep lettin' off rounds, we only see red
Go-go, green light, they won't frontline on these nights
We catch a n- in traffic, a shot to his top from the left make him lean right
Light bill high from all these switches, red dot him, my beam bright
It ain't sh- to ball these b-, I show a hoe what my team like

Lil' bro just told me he wanna go kill, so I gotta coach him, this step-one
Aim for his face when you blowin' the steel to make sure you really gon' catch some
When you sit down with the law, don't squeal, just close your mouth when that test come
Lawyers and bond money, I spent a mill', so foenem', they ain't gotta stress none, gang

My lil' n- shoot sh- on and off the court like Ja Morant
Got the lo' and like "Ring Around the Ro'," my n- spinned
Heard he died and took a sh-
Nasty a- left with a stench
Get a n- drenched
Heard his a- got sat down like a b-

Smoke, swing the door, hop out and we scope (hop out and we scope)
Hop out and we shoot, we won't stop spinnin' 'til we catch some more (no cap)
We won't stop bendin' blocks 'til we catch opps and get our licks back
Bullets hit his gut, he tightened up, he got a six-pack (bah)
Doin' all that d- suckin' on the 'net got his b- cracked (huh?)

Don't send them lil' n- over here, it's gon' be a mismatch (gon' be a mismatch)
I fire n- up, lay n- down, call me a babysitter (what up?)
This b- swallow kids, f- abortion, b- a baby killer (what the fuck?)
B- a soul taker, nut chaser, whole d- facer (sh-)
She a real muncher, head huncho, real d- taster (real)
I catch me a opp, he gettin' laced up like a shoe (for real)
I'm like Taylor Jenkins, I call the plays, my n- shoot (grrt)

My lil' n- shoot sh- on and off the court like Ja Morant
Got the lo' and like "Ring Around the Ro'," my n- spinned
Heard he died and took a sh-
Nasty a- left with a stench
Get a n- drenched
Heard his a- got sat down like a b-

My lil' n- shoot sh- on and off the court like Ja Morant
Got the lo' and like "Ring Around the Ro'," my n- spinned
Heard he died and took a sh-
Nasty a- left with a stench
Get a n- drenched
Heard his a- got sat down like a b-



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Writer(s): Taurus Bartlett, Spencer Harris, James Price, Joseph Isaac
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