Off Da Back Im Tripping

Anybody watching this or seeing this
They already know the deal
I'm off the back, I'm trippin' regardless
I'm off the back, trippin
Look, off the back

Now I pledge of allegiance that his bitch done swallowed my semen
It's no cap, you better believe it
Chewed that molly up and I'm Geeking
Now I'm startin' to sweat like a deacon
I still pop my shit like I'm preachin
When it come to drugs, I'm keepin
Lean on me like Morgan Freeman

Now I'm startin' to play my part
This that shit that get me hard
Watch a hoe nigga get robbed
For his blue face like chrisean
You better check a nigga demeanor
I will school a nigga like Seniors
Got no chill like Gilbert Arenas
Laugh at bitches like a hyena

First they wanna be just like me
But that motion, that's what they missin
Now they wanna spill my tea
Tell a broke nigga this is Lipton
Tellin' lies, try to look sweet
But it's bout a bitch so I get it
Now I'm startin' to feel like four extra off the back
Nigga, I'm trippin

Aye, let's get this shit figured out
Nigga ain't take shit on my house
Blame the drug game for they pockets
Niggas was broken shit before the drought
But a nigga know how I'm comin
Look like Andre, how I'm drummin
Get a nigga wack for nothin
Gun the size of WAC-100

Yeah, I'm still pullin' them moves
And I like my bitches in two
And Moet is really my boo
She so light skinned and cute
Pick them pills up and come through
They on foil smokin them too
Now I'm startin' to look like Metro
Cause I got a line on them blues

I got a great bond with my bitches
I promote the tree like it's Christmas
Send a hit, then go take a nap
Nigga, don't wake me up till it's finished
This that shit that put me in business
I still need the bricks like I'm buildin
All these sales I make in one day
I should be in the book of Guinness

I seen scared niggas get money
I seen trapped niggas turn junkie
I seen known thots gettin' wife
And I seen a real nigga did crummy
Can't believe I'm really this lucky
Like my bitches medium ugly
I still keep the dog like a husky
I mean somethin' small like a puppy

I got bad shit on my conscience
I still keep the heat like Udonis
I won't lay a finger on who
Touch a nigga like I'm massaging
At that back door where they knockin
I'm on gang shit like this Compton
I was broke lookin' for an option
Now I'm in my bag like I'm shoppin

This boot gang need savin
I need all white like I'm racist
Grow my beard out like a caveman
Have them spittin shells like I'm David
Now I'm suited up like I'm Tailor

I be outside for that paper
When they come to movin' that sack
I'ma push like I'm at labor

I got 30 shots in my trousers
About to meet the plug by Howard
And we do this shit quite often
Once a week like a allowance
Now my finger hurt from this countin
Nigga throw me off then I'm pouncin
Send a bitch back where I found her
Give her law like Meryl Browser
Kingsley, nigga

Oh yeah, On Khylee To the fuck
I'm trippin
They trippin

I'm always gon' be trippin
Off the back
I see him
I'm like, where you from

Off the back



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Writer(s): Bigg Kent
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