911 hsw – off it! lyrics
[verse 1: crvshfuoco]
uh, b+tch i’m a hero like marvel and dc, uh
i been around, how the f+ck you can’t reach me
you dont get breesh, what the f+ck you gon’ teach me
shoot up your blood on the wall like a tv’
[?] start to spin off the [?], like a cd
john cena up in my section, can’t see me
blue benji’s all in my face, looking 3d
said i would make it, n0body believed me
look how i drip
one on one pieces whenever i step in this b+tch
you rock givenchy and sh+t, dressing like everyone else cause you all on they d+ck
look at my wrist, cost like a year and some change of your job to consider this sh+t
loving the life than i live, and i’m eating for breakfast, you know how it is
oh wait you dont? you n+ggas ain’t popping like this, can’t go shopping like this
putting new cars on the list
giving my brothers assists
giving rollies out like gifts
ripping through, traffic
you tripping, you think that i’m sober
the stains tried pulling me over
i’m tryna do the max in this rover
my clip full of lead like a pack of some ticonderoga’s
this b+tch got the force call her yoda
fizzing your top like a soda, but no pepsi+cola
i put this whole sh+t on my shoulders
carry the weight like a boulder
can’t wait around cause i keep getting older
[verse 2: kut]
[?] the bands
six six three, amg
whos that whipping its k.u.t
klip in the passenger, keeping his heat
i got my first check and put ice on my t++th
felipe the time
why are you trying, got caught with the nine, got hit in his spine
[verse 3: 1pnico]
grr, bow bow bow bow
i keep a couple chops around the town
i see my rick, smiling through the ground
i took a sh+t, i’m never coming down
we run in your house, we fiending for a pound
i dont play around, the gun up to your mouth
thinking ’bout the time back when i was down
now i’m up ahead, i’m reaching for a pound
i put that guava inside of the spliff
now since i’m poppin’, b+tches on my d+ck
baby just suck, i ain’t tryna kiss
swerve in the ‘rari, leaning off the [?]
got an a in the streets, f+ck a college degree
and i hopped in the booth and i turned to a beast
what i seen on the block, it turned me to a g
now i’m giving out verses, i’m taxing them fees
[verse 4: kut]
yall ain’t got sh+t on me, uh
can’t n0body stop me
keep my grip beside me
in case a p+ssy try me
paper on paper, it look like a packet
the chain is a tennis, i dont got a racket
stepped in the building we bringing them mac 10s
how you gangster, if you ended up ratting
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