BSG - Set It Off

Rockin' crops down in Florida, I just call them gators
But they bitchin', they get mad, and I just call them haters
Got to Recreo fuckin' Mountain, then I fuck it later
Too fatigued to dig, and they creaking, I just call them haters

Hatin' when she love me, cause she don't know how to keep her distance
One time for bitch, she hit me up, askin' for assistance
Do a real biz, spend too much, I think I need assistance
Asked if she'd be fuckin', she ain't answer, she don't fuckin' listen

So I'm out thinkin' that she left, I guess she knew it well
She got a breath, thought I fucked her, and she fuckin' fell
Pussy juice behind the ear, escharot's the smell
Best lookin' nigga in the game, can't you fuckin' tell

Uh, yeah, best lookin' nigga
Can't you fuckin' tell
Can't you fuckin' tell
Set it off, and this motherfucker slidin' in and out

On the pussy's one like butter, get the pussy through
Cause I like a lil' pink in it
Diff'rent broke, her kitchen don't got a sink in it
When she whip, she always throw a lil' wink in it

And when I rock, I like to throw a lil' lean with it
She like my dick, but she ugly, lil' fiend with it
My boys fuckin', I know she real green with it
Pressed up in, and I'm lookin' hella pop

It was hard last week, so I told her bye
She said, he would lock me up, boy, you a liar
He ain't wanna fetch me like a man, look me out the eye
Matter fact, we went toe to toe, dashed me one

I said, present, you already know
I used to hide away, but I switched to the pro
She tryna get me sloppy, like a Latin angel
Green in my pocket, so that mean I'm all gold

Kinda dressin' up, and now I'm talkin' bout bold
Feelin' like a realer, cause I'm like, let's go
Screamin' in the top, tryna pick her up
Matter fact, we're tryna pick it pop

Screamin' with the Glock, goin' live, cause I fledge
I'm hippin' like Jay, cause these boys, I put em on live
Pappy the bomb, I'ma show you how to boot her up
Bitch, she, we just a family

Bitch, so cool as I, know she's just a phantom
Get on the floor, and get real lit
Set it up, set it up, in the ditch
Set it up, set it up

Get on the floor, and get real lit
Set it up, set it up, in the ditch
Set it up, set it up
Set it up, like Queen Latifah

Heard her nigga broke, so I wouldn't wanna be him
But she got me vapin' like Justin Bieber
Body caught on fire, I didn't caught it, that a fever
Teach y'all to blow, I'm a motherfuckin' teacher

Uh, I'm a motherfuckin' teacher
Yeah, and you know we fuckin' suit it up
Got the gang with me, so you know we fuckin' suit it up
Nigga just spit, we gon' motherfuckin' shoot it up

Or, we gon' motherfuckin' set it off
Or, we gon' motherfuckin' let it off
Nigga, rest your front and back, gotta fuckin' brush it off
Set it up to the left, fuck that

Put my trophy on the damn shelf
Nigga on the best, I ain't never lettin' up
Drinkin' Henny, got a bottle, I don't need a cup
They think I'm runnin', nigga, might not be human

Plan set it up like it's a family reunion
I can sit on number one, call me damn new
And matter fact, fuck that, I'm a superhuman
Skully came in, did the job with the money

Till we put me in on a motherfuckin' punch scheme
Z coming up the court, know I had to set the screen
First game of the season, nigga, on the TV screen
Skully

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Written by:
BENNIE AMEY, CARLOS ROSS, DEMARCO COLLINS EDWARDS, DEMETRIA MCKINNEY, DONALD WOOLFORK, MIKE BRINKLEY, TRAVIS DESMOND CHERRY, BENNIE JULIUS AMEY

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