Off a Cliff

Lyrics

[Intro] On the Way Ok is the hardest, I swear to God We gone be ok [Chorus] Nigga, I'm washin' my hands with the opps I fuck that bitch, I'm like ah I hit that bitch, I'm like ah I fuck that bitch, I'm like ah I hit that bitch, I'm like ah I fuck that bitch, I'm like ah You can't even look in my eye You can't even look in my face (Shit), my face (Shit) [Verse] You can't even look in my mothafuckin' face, you can't even come in my space (Huh? Huh? Yeah, yeah) Yeah, she can't even know my name so she call my Instagram name Fuck it, nigga, I should be with Lil Wayne the way that we carry a drake I don't got nothin' to say, I don't have nothin' to say (I don't) I know that everybody mad 'cause they wasn't born this way Yeah, they ain't get it out the dirt, they was made Yeah, I suck on her mothafuckin' neck, she callin' me Blade They don't wanna play with a check, they just wanna play I'd rather go pull up on blocks I barely be goin' sad, I feel like a mothafuckin' vamp And I keep dressin' all black, and the bitch want it served from the back She said sippin' on lean is wack, these days these niggas can't rap Man, these days these niggas just get on TikTok, then they do a lil dance (On the Way, ok is the hardest, I swear to God) I can't fit this money inside these lil ass pants So I got some bigger pants, and I ain't tryna follow a trend (We gone be ok) Bro had drove off the cliff but the Tesla was drivin' itself Pants cost too much, couldn't get 'em mailed I was just broke and I know how it felt Uh, uh, watch, I ain't gettin' no shelf Boy switched up but he needed my help Modified gun, put a switch on that bitch Nigga, I ain't playin', everybody got switches I was down bad, I came out them trenches I was in the [?] like [?], lil nigga I don't wanna fuck on that bitch, I ain't trippin' Get up and get it, keep trappin', lil nigga They tryna stop my play, they ain't pick it We 'bout to pull up [?] then I get ya We 'bout that, VLA [?] Right next to my house, you think he live inside my house (Hey) I got a gun in the couch, yeah, I fuck my bitch on the couch I fuck my liver up with a ounce, I ain't gone talk, I'ma kick that bitch out Yeah, I wash my hands with a opp I ain't gone talk, I'ma get out, let that bitch air out [?] Ridin' 'round with [?] [?] got the clutch, nigga, I go nuts Like a monkey I go nuts [Chorus] Nigga, I'm washin' my hands with the opps I fuck that bitch, I'm like ah I hit that bitch, I'm like ah I fuck that bitch, I'm like ah I hit that bitch, I'm like ah I fuck that bitch, I'm like ah You can't even look in my eye You can't even look in my face, my face