FBE JT - Getting Off (feat. Zayy Marcel)

If this is what we doing, guess I'll start it off (yea)
Bloody bottoms on my shoes, I guess I'll walk it off
Don't attach me to no bitch, hell naw, no not at all (yea)
Perkie tablet mixed with red, it got me nodding off
Won't indict me for my socials, 'cause I'm logging off (yea)
I could never say a name but I know who involved
Yo closest mans a be police, they mad we drew the chalk (yea)
She be mad I'm such a dick, I made her blow me off
So I just hit that pussy raw, I'm knocking down her walls, bang shit (bang shit)
If my brother call, you know I'll slide, 'cause that's some gang shit
Told him watch his head 'cause every move is on surveillance
'Cause we watching how you coming, we just fire, I ain't gone say shit
You guilty if you roll with them, be careful who you hang with
How is he yo brother? If you up, you left him hanging
Gone and drop that body, unidentified, nameless (John doe)
I done made my pockets fat, I did that off of pain shit
I never speak on what I did, unless we did it together
Yeah we can storm any weather, I got yo back for the better
So I'd tread light like a feather
They always tell you watch yo mans, I'll up this bitch on whoever
I blew yo rent, no these ain't Pumas, these is Mason Margiela's
Momma lost another child, I still don't know what to tell her
I'll never change on my niggas, no matter the weather
And when its time to ball just know we balling together
Can't let up
Applying that pressure
Staring at her number thinking should I text her?
We should at least just be friends
And I know you wanna heal lets make amends
Been through some shit and I think it done made a man
Im the, type of nigga to always break bread
Ain't shooting craps, but bro he known to buss heads
If they ain't say it to me then fuck what they said
Why would I fear a nigga? and he bleed like I bleed
No handout I make a way for me
She see I'm up now wanna fuck now make her wait for me
Bro come in clutch now throw a touchdown so the gang can eat
It be the broke niggas that be running they mouth
They say talk is cheap
Damn, talk is cheap
Don't run yo mouth if we fuck you gotta keep it discreet
Bro said he only shot him two times he tryna keep the peace
I meet her and I fuck her that day
You been trying for weeks
If this what we going guess i'll end it all
Damn, I just wanna ball
Everybody there when you up but who there when you fall?
I know some bitches with some good hearts wish I could love em all
But damn, I done dubbed em all
They ain't wanna let me in, I turned into a wrecking ball
Kicked in the door
Now Im getting off
If a nigga touch my brother i'll say fuck it and just kill em all
Loved ones tatted in my skin I ain't forgetting y'all
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
I aint forgetting y'all
Damn I done kicked in the door now Im getting off
Turned into a wrecking ball
Loved ones tatted in my skin I aint forgetting y'all

Written by:
FBE JT, Zayy Marcel

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