j-assassin – goin’ off lyrics
(hook)
i don’t hold the glock, but i still own the block
i ain’t on yet, so b-tch i’m goin off
i be flexin’, testin’ hoes, i’m showin’ off
my girl is everything your hoe is not
(verse 1)
young s-sso steal your b-tch like john stockton
not related to my bros, drake & josh sh-t
had to prove ’em wrong, if they ever thought i lost it
get these hoes wet, even if she wearin’ dri-fit
yeah
got these nike’s on my feet
i’m so icy, spittin’ heat
i go michael on the beat
got a hundred billie jeans in my contact list
and if they diss me, i got heat to respond back with
i dish it like a waiter, i’m dissin’ on the haters
gotta f-ck these hoes, she can prolly get it later
gotta get this green, i’m addicted to the paper
rapped since i was 14, like a young derrick favors, uh
(hook)
i don’t hold the glock, but i still own the block
i ain’t on yet, so b-tch i’m goin off
i be flexin’, testin’ hoes, i’m showin’ off
my girl is everything your hoe is not
(verse 2)
sauced up, b-tch my neck is on heinz
blowing minds while my b-tches snortin’ lines
but i’m spittin ’em, s-sso k!ll ’em softly, no brad pitt
i only see your girl in the car or on my mattress
lookin’ for some d, i just give these hoes my address
my new b-tch hotter, body thicker than my last b-tch
it’s my p-ssion, hoe finessin’ addict
i’m k!llin’ all the beef, spittin’ heat, and smokin’ cabbage
and that’s the daily, s-sso take your lady
she ain’t want a family, but she’s tryna have my babies
tryna get that money, but it never f-ckin’ phase me
if my hoe actin up, i’m switchin’ to your bae like kd
i’m a show-off, young s-sso globetrot
cookin’ up the dope in the kitchen on the stovetop
forgive them god, for they know not
what they did, a cardinal f-ckin’ sin, man they really made me go off
(hook)
i don’t hold the glock, but i still own the block
i ain’t on yet, so b-tch i’m goin off
i be flexin’, testin’ hoes, i’m showin’ off
my girl is everything your hoe is not
(verse 3)
young s-sso, f-ck your b-tch on the regular
her man saw me with her, prolly got him extra hurt
i keep it cool with it, i don’t really flex for girls
but my house is worth less than my neck is worth
yeah, and you know they both a lot
i got dawgs up in canada, and plugs in bogota
i got girls from the islands, i got girls from the mountains
they see what my bank amount is, sh-t, i can’t even count it
my accountant’s havin’ doubts, talkin’ thousands after thousands
your b-tch wetter than a fountain, she desperate for the power
and the fame, and the money, guess that’s just the way it goes
but jermaine taught me, we don’t ever save these hoes, nah
(hook)
i don’t hold the glock, but i still own the block
i ain’t on yet, so b-tch i’m goin off
i be flexin’, testin’ hoes, i’m showin’ off
my girl is everything your hoe is not
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