Kid Breeze - Off It

I be touchin da paper
Cuz I be movin dem packs
And when I’m cutting the coca
You know I’m folding them racks
I had the lil bitch with me
And then we hit ramen San
Took her back and I scraped her
Cuz she can’t get that much time
How you get that many lines
That’s what niggas be asking
I flipped that many times
Now the police Harassing me
You know Dese niggas move funny
They steady showing they breast
Niggas be thinking they right
And gotta show em it’s left
I got the game and I’m sellin it
I ain’t givin it free
I used to be robbin niggas
Gimme dat cash and dat tree
She get nasty with me
But to you she be regular
And this just how I got it
Don’t worry bout what I’m telling her
This be it what
I’m off my shit this it
And you can take her cuz
Cuz yo bitch don’t listen
This be it what
I’m off my shit this it
And you can take her cuz
Cuz yo bitch don’t listen
Got my niggas wit me twistin up the shit right now
Got dis shorty and she all up on my tip right now
She go crazy while she suckin on my shit like wow
We be all up in the Telly we fucking up white towels
Baby it’s a go, got the swisher rolled
Steak and dinner rolls
Finna go, to the liquor store
So we can get some more
Julio reposodo style
At the studio
Movin Coke, and I got the weed swinging thru the door
You steady pimp slippin
Ova bitches you trippin
You ain’t gettin no chicken
You ain’t fresh as I’m is
Hustlin is the motto
To-day and tommorow
Taurus filled with them hollows
Keep a weapon it’s hid
This be it what
I’m off my shit this it
And you can take her cuz
Cuz yo bitch don’t listen
This be it what
I’m off my shit this it
And you can take her cuz
Cuz yo bitch don’t listen

Written by:
Jared Pugh

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