6kfly - Off My Chest

Im trying to hang up out that window with that Blick and get to spitting
In a four door tented trapping out the belly of the trenches
Keep my scale just like my pistol thought I told you ima chemist
I done made so much off grams I'm Stashing hundreds in the ceiling
I ain't make too much off rap but thats gone change in any minute
He better stop talking cause bitch my trigger finger itching
Since they acting like bitches we bout to let the driddy kiss em
And I ain't hiding from no contact I want all head on collisions
Play with us we make a show just like Its Seinfeld
Party in Orlando park the foreign whip on Pinehill
And You ain't nobody you go to clubs And wait in line still
Fuck yo big dawg my big homie doing 9 years
Put the diamonds on my chest to take Away the stress
Though he got a vest he still got stretched
Hit em in his neck
Niggas be in debt tryna finesse
And end up getting wet
Your music like a boring ass book I threw it on the shelf
Having million dollar meetings Somewhere way out west
Got to keep my pistol by my Bible I Can Get you blessed
Do a drill stand over your mans don't Have no regrets
Windows tented in 5 percent we Almost fucking wrecked
And I be on that fuck shit
Get you touched quick
My FN like a minute man cause it will buss Quick
My own gang stabbed me in my back Ion trust Shit
I'm just meditating counting my blessings with all these bucks bitch
Play with me and get deceased we be in these streets
We move so Elite we want beef
We don't want no peace everyday I gleece
Swipe a piece having good eats
Ain't no petty swiping don't use CVV For Uber eats
Play with us and leave a bitch nigga Brain dead
If I slide with this switch I'll leave yo whole gang dead
Showing money in yo picture broke Ass Jit that's the same bread
Ashdale to Dade county you ain't Fucking with my gang land
Rich nigga Shit rich nigga bitch
Playing with my Pape Mayweather Ima Send a hit
Ion need a Jwett Pussy nigga Ill buy A Brick
Hit the road and buss me down some Zips
Thats a money flip
Got to get it off my chest
Went to school and hide the weed in My professor desk
Fiti caps got tattoos no Mitchell and Ness
Told a pretty bitch I'm on a fast we Cant have no sex
This a story of a young nigga
Move smart you I ain't no dumb nigga
Dade county where you from nigga
Its a war outside better have yo gun nigga

Written by:
Lawrence Chambers

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