Off Deez (Remix)

Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah, yeah Woah, woah Get off my Get off my Shout out Samad [Verse 1] North New Jersey leader force the flow of heaters Corpses hit the floor when that sword I swing come near yuh Chop em with that cleaver, hotter than fajitas Rocking all of these stripes I might be sponsored by Adidas Pull up in your city and we ready to go Steady the aim, pull the trigger and we letting you know Devilish smile in my frame I rely on my pain Set aside what I feel as i slide through the game Pull on the strings like acoustics Double up on my bling when I'm out for movement Trouble been on wings never run with excuses Jumping through every ring can't front bitch I'm ruthless Came for that pasta Made me a way in this lane all the rest of these lames is imposters Working like doctors stitch up the frames of they brain operations been sounding like operas I'm finna spark em If you complain bout my game then I'll hand this smoke like Rasta Shit getting darker Rappers on dick and my name in they mouth 'cause this nigga a monster [Chorus] Get off my dick, get off my dick 40 my hip, loadin' my clip Cannabis, cannabis, roll up my spliff Hannibal, Hannibal, look what I did Edible, edible, got the munchies But I got the bungees, I'ma jump off this ship But I bet he get whipped with the pistol grip Nigga talkin' that shit, now I'm talkin' my shit [Verse 2] I go insane Momma said "you is too gifted I came through to grip up the Reigns" Problems been brewing with rappers From all different factors And lately it all sound the Same Sound like "Blase blasé blasé blah" What? "Blasé blasé blase blah" Huh? Mumble jumbo fumble through the lyrics Skinnyfromthe9 is not the fiercest Skinnyfromthe9, what the fuck? Your city doesn't claim your own appearance We was in the trenches in the benches trying to make it happen just to get us out You was in the mention starting tensions capping everybody looking for the clout We was at functions trying to run it just to get it jumping had to make a play You was out here ducking looking suspect snitching on them niggas just to get way We don't even know you. Where the fuck you from? We ain't ever heard nothing bout Niggas been claiming they hardest in jersey but act like some bitches, no doubt [Chorus] Get off my dick, get off my dick 40 my hip, loadin' my clip Cannabis, cannabis, roll up my spliff Hannibal, Hannibal, look what I did Edible, edible, got the munchies But I got the bungees, I'ma jump off this ship But I bet he get whipped with the pistol grip Nigga talkin' that shit, now I'm talkin' my shit
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Credits
- Writers
- Chris Patrick