Off It

Big cup of syrup Half a ounce of herb They say them shooterz out My blocc keep gettn circled by birdz Had to boss up I remember bein on da curb Trash bagz fulla yamz but it smell like turdz Okay i jumped off da porch wit a deuce in ma boot Letz get active I get it craccn my gang love when i shoot I used to kicc the door Get on the floor Bet nobody move Mane you alwayz talm bout robbn Bet they give it up when im plottn Now my poccetz clump but no cottage Sayd my poccetz clump wit no collage I got macz n pumpz Ain stun chumpz Put the beam on em need silence Ill have a bich nicca singin like yk osirius Me and my choppa screwed up but he silenced Late night all blacc come thru wylin Bonnie went to kiccn like surprise bich For my birthday all i want iz a brand new k Load it up... hit 370 and make the blocc fade I ain russian but bring terror Walk da blocc wit akz My brain polluted think im putin Dont take much imma spray Im off a big cup of syrup Half a ounce of herb They say them shooterz out My blocc keep gettn circled by birdz Had to boss up I remember bein on da curb Trash bagz fulla yamz but it smell like turdz Aye gang say its time slide Call up da glove n we get em all lined Walk push jawz to da left Cell he done slid wit a step 30 Gone eat up like jeff I came out tunnels aint leavin no mess My poccets done blew up no shrek It aint chit Ill get his ahh wrecced Hol up Imma jump off the rope call em stuntman 30 Im comin wit nun but gorillas I really be spinnin Luh hair on the trigger Im plugged in the 4 Come wit apes when i blitz em That nicca was cappin luh woadie done licced em Im really cutthroat chill wit allat sneak dissin Me and loco double teamed he went missin He prolly wit fishes They lookin in ditches Big 30 imma chef in the kitchen Unwrap them bales we can get bacc to business Callin 12 mane these luh niccas trimmin They really want smoke then its Pressure we sendin They really want smoke then them apes we gone send in Fucc allat talkn ma luh niccaz spinnin Dont give no fucc bout a sentence Shoot til itz finished 30 Be trimmin off dat Big cup of syrup Half a ounce of herb They say them shooterz out My blocc keep gettn circled by birdz Had to boss up I remember bein on da curb Trash bagz fulla yamz but it smell like turdz You july Ya pistol jam I make that firework Whole hood gettn served Got that fire work All on front street gettn it craccn You gone hide and lurk Dirty 30 Blowin purpy Big cup of syrup Im off it