Who Off Em Songtext
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Who Off Em Songtext
Hop on the beat causing madness
Wen I spit it′s tragic
Wear my own shit new fashion
Race in in the whip fuck crashing
By the look in her eyes I'm smashing
Soon as I′m done I'm passing
She jus want the bread stop cappin
We handing out lead stop rattin
Get the pack sell it off no auction
If it ain bread fuck talkin
Put one in his head blue dolphin
6 Feet deep new coffin
Make a nigga wonder who offed em
Heart stone cold Steve Austin
Heart stone cold Steve Austin
Everyday I'm flexin and flossin
I do not take no precautions
Play wit these beats like percussions
Stepping to me that′s a caution
Sign
You know I been on my grind
Do this shit like all the time
Signing checks thats bottom line
Watch ya step my bars a mine
Make em watch you outta time
My girl a 10 I′m dropping dimes
Pussy sweet, Caroline
2 Sharp, pair a knives
Bars cold, bag of ice
They scared to mix, they grab da pipe
Don't talk to me, my baggage tight
Don′t step to gang, they love to fight
I'm takin off, I′m takin flight
Ya level low, you scared of heights
I'm rolling on, like pair a dice
I′m smoking gas, in paradise
This 40 lookin, very nice
Keep 80 bands, Jerry Rice
This chopper sing like Barry White
Hop on the beat causing madness
Wen I spit it's tragic
Wear my own shit new fashion
Race in in the whip fuck crashing
By da look in her eyes I'm smashing
Soon as I′m done I′m passing
She jus want the bread stop cappin
We handing out lead stop rattin
Get the pack sell it off no auction
If it ain bread fuck talkin
Put one in his head blue dolphin
6 Feet deep new coffin
Make a nigga wonder who offed em
Heart stone cold Steve Austin
Pass me the wood I'm rolling gelato
We living like Kings we chillen wit models
We smokin that gas totin the throttle
Shawty look bad if I′m gone off da bottle
That was ya girl I ain feelin no sorrow
If you see me today I'm gone by tomorrow
I own everything I ain askin to borrow
Bullseye on the beat like I′m playin wit arrows
Bars big body I ain talkin camaro's
I ain talkin witchu if you ain talkin dinero
I feel like the king call me ya pharaoh
You talk disrespect you meetin the barrel
Leave blood on the scene better change ya apparel
Glock make you sing I ain talkin Bout carols
Think it′s a joke, but I ain laugh will Ferrell
Wen I spit it′s tragic
Wear my own shit new fashion
Race in in the whip fuck crashing
By the look in her eyes I'm smashing
Soon as I′m done I'm passing
She jus want the bread stop cappin
We handing out lead stop rattin
Get the pack sell it off no auction
If it ain bread fuck talkin
Put one in his head blue dolphin
6 Feet deep new coffin
Make a nigga wonder who offed em
Heart stone cold Steve Austin
Heart stone cold Steve Austin
Everyday I'm flexin and flossin
I do not take no precautions
Play wit these beats like percussions
Stepping to me that′s a caution
Sign
You know I been on my grind
Do this shit like all the time
Signing checks thats bottom line
Watch ya step my bars a mine
Make em watch you outta time
My girl a 10 I′m dropping dimes
Pussy sweet, Caroline
2 Sharp, pair a knives
Bars cold, bag of ice
They scared to mix, they grab da pipe
Don't talk to me, my baggage tight
Don′t step to gang, they love to fight
I'm takin off, I′m takin flight
Ya level low, you scared of heights
I'm rolling on, like pair a dice
I′m smoking gas, in paradise
This 40 lookin, very nice
Keep 80 bands, Jerry Rice
This chopper sing like Barry White
Hop on the beat causing madness
Wen I spit it's tragic
Wear my own shit new fashion
Race in in the whip fuck crashing
By da look in her eyes I'm smashing
Soon as I′m done I′m passing
She jus want the bread stop cappin
We handing out lead stop rattin
Get the pack sell it off no auction
If it ain bread fuck talkin
Put one in his head blue dolphin
6 Feet deep new coffin
Make a nigga wonder who offed em
Heart stone cold Steve Austin
Pass me the wood I'm rolling gelato
We living like Kings we chillen wit models
We smokin that gas totin the throttle
Shawty look bad if I′m gone off da bottle
That was ya girl I ain feelin no sorrow
If you see me today I'm gone by tomorrow
I own everything I ain askin to borrow
Bullseye on the beat like I′m playin wit arrows
Bars big body I ain talkin camaro's
I ain talkin witchu if you ain talkin dinero
I feel like the king call me ya pharaoh
You talk disrespect you meetin the barrel
Leave blood on the scene better change ya apparel
Glock make you sing I ain talkin Bout carols
Think it′s a joke, but I ain laugh will Ferrell
Writer(s): Jeremiah Lawrence Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
