Nejay - Off The Rip

Off the rip, I can't fuck with none of these niggas, they lame
Don't invite us to no party, we got sticks like a game
Why these groupies on my body, I just came with the gang
If I wanna see his body cold, pass brodie the flame
Off the rip
When we take it to yo' front door that's it
Never ask me bout no money tell that dumb hoe to sit
Heard they talkin' bout La Jay they say he gon' blow, no shit
If he run up on the gang them niggas gon blow, don't trip
I got the grip on me ain't no way in hell I'm gon' slip
Ain't no way you cuffed that hoe and fell for her you sick
Yea the doctor said I need some surgery because my hip
Always got some iron by it, that's the best part of the fit
Fuck all of you niggas I just came for the deads
Steady hatin' on a nigga that's a game for the speds
Flexing guns on I.G that's a game for the feds
Told my shawty how to shoot it, tell her aim for they head
If a Nigga broke and always hatin' off the rip that boy irrelevant
When the police come, you tell the news but we on Hellen Keller shit
Meet the bitch and fuck her loose and then I'm on to better shit
Fuck with me he throw the truce, they shaking when I step in it
Dump the gun
We on the run (Dump that shit)
Iron stone cold but put him on the sun
La Jay be different, they say he a 1 of 1
We always pull up deep, why would we do a 1 on 1 stupid
Oh shit I thought you was done
What the fuck, I ain't done
I told that boy it's up now he go everywhere with his son
I heard they stressin' out but we just chilling having fun
If he ain't talking money, on my momma it ain't nun
Dump the clip, then we dip, switch whips
My math teacher said we don't like 6k plus 6
Can't get a M working 9-5 I said fuck this
If we really tryna find him, we make 6 plus trips yeah
I'm swerving in and out of traffic
She say how you do that thing so smooth I call it magic (Call it magic baby)
Don't be stupid, reaching for that ruger it get tragic
I get rude I ain't that type of dude to drop a status
La Jay fuck nigga
Off the rip, I can't fuck with none of these niggas, they lame
Don't invite us to no party, we got sticks like a game
Why these groupies on my body, I just came with the gang
If I wanna see his body cold, pass brodie the flame
Off the rip
When we take it to yo' front door that's it
Never ask me bout no money tell that dumb hoe to sit
Heard they talkin' bout La Jay they say he gon' blow, no shit
If he run up on the gang them niggas gon blow, don't trip

Written by:
Nejay Hyde

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