Malcxm & Lil Ikys - I'm Off That

I said, "I'm off that"
My dick
Your bitch wanna top that
I'm off that
I got money
Yeah that's a tall stack
I'm off that
Yeah bitch, I'm off that
I said, "I'm off that"
Yeah bitch, I'm off that
Aye
She ride the dick like a bike
Give me one night
Lil mama say she don't bite
Fuckin' it right
Nigga be high like a kite
Rappin' this shit and it really be slight
Niggas be lame
I'm switchin' the lanes
I'm so insane
Droppin' the top in the rain
I want the diamonds and chains
All of you niggas the same
Smokin' the dope and I be with my killas
And if be shootin' then you better kill us
I'm not the same like the rest of you niggas
I be at the top thinkin' less of you niggas
Y'all think I'm stressin' you niggas?
I'm not even stressin' you niggas
Yo
Aye
Aye
I said, "I'm off that"
My dick
Your bitch wanna top that
I'm off that
I got money
Yeah that's a tall stack
I'm off that
Yeah bitch, I'm off that
I said, "I'm off that"
Yeah bitch, I'm off that
Aye
Aye you thought we was done?
(Nah!)
Nah
Aye bruh we gotta turn up right here
Okay!
Okay!
Okay!
Okay!
Okay!
Okay! (aye!)
Okay! (aye!)
Aye! (okay, okay!)
Aye! (okay, okay!)
Aye! (okay, okay!)
I said, "I'm off that!"
Got this gun, this bitch got that kick back
Now flip that
Bitch nigga cant get your bitch back
You miss that
You fight with fist
That's a mismatch
A mismatch
I got ice where my fuckin' wrist at
Cause destruction like Godzilla
In hell I'm a Mosh Pitter
Make 'em bleed bitch if you plead
No, mercy is not considered
I’m nice, still a skull splitter
Want cash, I'm a go getter
Run it up bitch get the bag
I’m mad but she goin' with us
But bitch I’m off that
Fuck with us
Chopstick gon' eat
You better fall back
It’s only business so you off em at the golf track
Beat 'em to a pulp
OJ need his fuckin' glove back
Can’t hold me down
I still break the fucking straight jacket
We was live til five
How did anyone survive?
Try to keep quiet, when they burn your ass alive
I need violence, uh
All I see is murder bitch
Twelve hours all crime is legal
I’m a fuckin' purger bitch
I said, "I'm off that!"
Got this gun, this bitch got that kick back
Now flip that
Bitch nigga cant get your bitch back
You miss that
You fight with fist
That's a mismatch
A mismatch
I got ice where my fuckin' wrist at
But bitch I’m off that
Fuck with us
Chopstick gon' eat
You better fall back
It’s only business so you off em at the golf track
Beat 'em to a pulp
OJ need his fuckin' glove back
Can’t hold me down
I still break the fucking straight jacket

Written by:
Malcom Phillips, Marques Naputi

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