Off Season

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[Chorus: : Skilla Baby] How dair a nigga ever think I fight fair? Big bro'll put a Roley on your head, Icewear Nigga wanna rap beef with me? He think I care Call me, he'll ruin niggas' dreams, nightmare All the bitches I be hoing say I'm arrogant Compete with a broke nigga, that's embarrasing Blowing on domestic vilance, it'll choke you up [Verse 1: Skilla Baby] I can hit another nigga bitch, when I wanna fuck Cutty just put switches on the cuddy, lift the oldy up If I ask Kerch for a block, he gon' boe me up Ask the drank [?] we gon' roll him up I got R.I.P.'s in the chop, doc, soh him up I know some [?] niggas [?] take over My bitch beat a bitch face, give her a makeover Gave the fego to [?] bitch, I hate soda Don't mind giving [?] the rock, bitch, I ain't holding Load it up, heard it's robbing season Pour me up, heard it's Wokky season [?] the buffs, oo, 'ccause it's cocky season I'll hit a nigga with a stick, before hockey season Roll him up, and let him get sick If that nigga ain't an [?] he can get licked I don't like to talk a lot, I think of sick shit Beat him with the Glock so bad, he 'bout to piss shit [Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo] Yeah Brodie say hit his mans first I'll drop a nigga like my hands hurt Nigga, we get to the money, fuck a plan first Pop an R.P. mixed with Wokky, take a xan first Yeah, hate a pussy nigga, I love [?] Big chopper, this bitch longer than [?] Yeah, speed up Ocean Drive, finna tear the wraith [?] VVS's in my shit, [?] Patek [?] Walk around with a [?], 'cause I'm sticked up I'll catch [?] shoot this bitch up Just dropped dirty, fuck codeine in my piss test I heard niggas broke as hell, come get fixed up Biggest Crip in my city, ain't got [?] You can't sign to my label, less you do drugs Keep a fourty in my pocket, just like two dubs Type of nigga turn a dollar sprite into two hun [Chorus: : Skilla Baby] How dair a nigga ever think I fight fair? Big bro'll put a Roley on your head, Icewear Nigga wanna rap beef with me? He think I care Call me, he'll ruin niggas' dreams, nightmare All the bitches I be hoing say I'm arrogant Compete with a broke nigga, that's embarrasing Blowing on domestic vilance, it'll choke you up
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Credits
- Writers
- Icewear Vezzo
- Skilla Baby