DAN JOR - ^Offmyblunt (feat. Ka'Ron)

(I miss you)
見上げる街明かりに
溜息をついて
(In-coming)
(Enemy)
(Damage)
(A) counting the racks in the cut
(A) smoking the gas in the cut
(A) rolling I'm rolling a blunt
A
Yo, who the fuck are you?
Who you know bruh?
(Yuh, that's Nothing Good Productions to you)
Uh, get your hands off of my blunt
A, get your ass out of my cut
A, get your hands off of my blunt
A, get your ass out of my cut
Main she hold me up
Uh, side sloppy as fuck
Bitch I don't need a re-up
A, get your ass out of my cut
A, get your hands off of my blunt
A, get your hands off of my blunt
Lil bitch, I nearly had enough
You trifling like you on the stuff
I pull out the Tec and light you up
I sip on the Tek, I can't stand up
I fuck on your ex, I eat it up
She sending me text, like "Please pull up"
You sending me text but I can't read
What a fuck nigga sent to me
See a fuck boy we knock you out
Take all of your goodies and pass em around
Smoking (Afghani) it go by the pound
You smoking on (middy) it can't go around
You smoking on (crack) if you think you can be
Counting all them racks with the clique and me (Ok, ok)
(A) Diamonds in the chain
(A) Your bitch getting paid
(A) I don't rock Balmain
(Balmain) Miyake with the change
(Issey) Givenchy with the change
(Gee, vey) CDG by DJ
(Play) No check but still get paid
(Oh A) My cut is my domain
(Yuh) Fuck outta here, bitch
(Who the fuck are you bruh?) You think you can be in the cut?
(Bitch I don't know you!)
Pulling up with mid in your pack?
Bitch, get the fuck up
Red light
No break
Bitch I'm ready to go
With a buttercup queen and Hotep nigga
Wakanda nigga hit this flow
Dick big, three yards
Can't hit, not hard
You hit, fuck y'all
I make hits, Robinson
Get your hand off of my blunt
I ain't smoking too much
But I'm smoking y'all niggas
Savages like 21
Get the fuck off of my blunt
Nigga I stay in the cut
Whipping the shit like Ramsay
I ain't referring to drugs
(Pull) Pull up get knocked out
Baby lungs get smoked out
Got baby lungs, that's all truth
Every beat coffin when I hit a booth
More cold than a gold chain
That's straight brick if you off the loop
Ya still hating, Goddamn
Get off my dick with your fake news, cause
I don't give a fuck I told you niggas you ain't running up
I give this chick the dick she said "Safaree was a runner up"
A couple backshots and mouthwash the taste of sour puss
She reached into my bag and started sparking up the sour kush
Bitch!
Get your hands off of my blunt
Get your ass out of my cut
Get your hands off of my blunt
Before you get hit with a pump
Get your ass out of my cut
Get your hands off of the blunt
You don't know now or nothing
Nigga I never do stunt
All freestyle and you know I go for miles nigga
Every time I touch it wait
Hold up just a minute nigga
Niggaaaaaa
Nigga you fake as hell
You were just, weren't you just saying my shit was wack, man?
Weren't you just saying I'll, I'll never make it on a radio, nigga?
I'm on Pandora now, bitch!
Bitch!

Written by:
Jordan Ward, Randy Melton

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