Off Da Muscle (feat. BFG Dav & 3slotsdoc)

Straight off the hip, ain't tryna fight Nigga know I keep that Nina Swang this way you bound to get hit with this pipe She wanna f*ck on me tonight Told her I'm rollin' hard I'm off these drugs, won't be able to hit it right And we be strapped up like some dikes Nigga mad about a bitch that sucked my dick at night She ride me like a bike I'm tryna flood my mouth with ice F*ck bookin' a flight, lets hit the road so i won't leave without my pipe Ask around my city, they know who really gettin' money Young nigga can show a old nigga how to touch a couple hunnid Lil' bruh just hit my phone like it's a go, I told him run it Try to test his luck, I got my pole, you know I'm dumpin Look like a lick, but ain't shit sweet nine on my waist ain't goin' for nothin Any where boy, we can meet, bang in the street, know how I'm comin Four deep inside the Jeep, I spot a opp, you know I'm bustin I told him leave it in the streets, he say it's beef ? I'm tryna plug him Straight out the muscle, how I play it Nigga touch one of my brothers, watch yo Brother end up dead You ain't never spent a sack, got it back You niggas scared Bro ain't get his hat, let's double back I'm seein' red Money talk louder than these bitches Niggas round this bitch, be cappin' Niggas know they ain't got no switches And they know it's belt to ass, if we swing round with them extensions And free my brothers out that cage, thuggin', posted on them fences Niggas ain't never touched that ball, back in them days, they sat on benches We was out here grindin' in that field, make sure we eat, tryna handle business Stack this pape, the only thing that's on my mind, like, f*ck these bitches Swing that Glock, this bitch go' cross your fuckin' face, now you need stitches Can't f*ck with pussy niggas, cause these niggas lame, these niggas snitches Niggas know when, me and lil' Cobe pop out, we stand on business BFG EWAY that be the gang, play with that you end up missin Pop out on the scene Dior B30s on me, I come trippin Uh, uh, in the stu im faded and you know I'm high as f*ck Hit his ass up with them shells, have him feelin' stuck I swung, my pole, man, I come through slidin like a puck I done had lost my mind, I left the house without it tuck Niggas bein' funny on the net, get your cake up In the booth, I'm in here snappin', nigga, off the wake up