Off The Court
Einer Bankz, SleazyWorld Go, Polo G
(Tuned Up)
(Ayo, Sheff)
My lil' nigga shoot shit on and off the court like Ja Morant
Got the lo', and like "Ring Around the Ro'," my nigga spinned
Heard he died and took a shit, nasty-ass left with a stench
Get a nigga drenched, heard his ass got sat down like a bench
And the Glock don't straddle no fists
And this bitch go both ways (this bitch go both)
Treat the glizzy like Lil Baby, I wave this bitch like, "Hey" (grrah)
I don't usually respond to niggas dissin', I wait 'til we bump
Switch up on a Glock, make bullets spread, this bitch shoot like a pump (frrat, frrat)
We roll all our opps up in a 'Wood, what's her name? A blunt (ayy, what's her)
What's her name? A strain
Heard you got chased and you ran on yo' mans (I heard you)
We lay niggas down for dissin' us, watch the shit you Tweet (watch the shit you Tweet)
Think he got Benadryl in the chop' how it make niggas sleep (shh)
It make niggas nap, it make niggas go to bed for real (uh-huh)
Last opp tried to run, almost made it, but he trip and fell (come on)
My lil' nigga shoot shit on and off the court like Ja Morant
Got the lo', and like "Ring Around the Ro'," my nigga spinned
Heard he died and took a shit, nasty-ass left with a stench
Get a nigga drenched, heard his ass got sat down like a bench
Pull up spin, hop out the car
He tryna run, he ain't gettin' too far
Walk down on him, "Grrah, grrah"
I got my stick in the club like Ja
Fuck nigga tweak in this bitch, hollows eatin' this shit
Yeah, I'm bound to open his head
We throw up Bs, bitch
Lil' foenem keep lettin' off rounds, we only see red
Go, go, green light, they won't frontline on these nights
We catch a nigga in traffic, a shot to his top from the left make him lean right
Light bill high from all these switches, red dot on my beam bright
It ain't shit to ball these bitches, I show a whole, my team light
Lil' bro just told me he wanna go kill, so I gotta coach him, to step one
Aim for his face when you blowin' the steel, to make sure you really gon' catch some
When you sit down with the law, don't squeal, just close your mouth when that test come
Lawyers, don't borrow money, I spent a mil'
So foenem they ain't gotta stress none, gang
My lil' nigga shoot shit on and off the court like Ja Morant
Got the lo' and like "Ring Around the Ro'," my nigga spinned
Heard he died and took a shit, nasty-ass left with a stench
Get a nigga drenched, heard his ass got sat down like a bench
Made niggas smoke, swing the dope, hop out and we scope (hop out and we scope)
Hop out and shoot, we won't stop spinnin' 'til we catch some more (no cap)
We won't stop bendin' blocks 'til we catch opps and get our licks back
Bullets hit his gut, he tightened up, he got a six-pack (ha)
Nigga doin' all that dick suckin' on the 'net, got his bitch cracked (huh?)
Don't send them lil' niggas over here, it's gon' be a mismatch (gon' be a mismatch)
I fire niggas up, lay niggas down, call me a babysitter (what up?)
This bitch can swallow kids, fuck abortion, bitch a baby killer (what the fuck?)
Bitch a soul taker, nut chaser, whole dick facer (shit)
She a real muncher, head huncho, real dick taster (real)
I catch me an opp, he get laced up like a shoe (for real)
I'm like Taylor Jenkins, I call the plays, my nigga shoot (grrah)
My lil' nigga shoot shit on and off the court like Ja Morant
Got the lo', and like "Ring Around the Ro'," my nigga spinned
Heard he died and took a shit, nasty-ass left with a stench
Get a nigga drenched, heard his ass got sat down like a bench
My lil' nigga shoot shit on and off the court like Ja Morant
Got the lo', and like "Ring Around the Ro'," my nigga spinned
Heard he died and took a shit, nasty-ass left with a stench
Get a nigga drenched, heard his ass got sat down like a bench
Written by: James Leonard Price, Joseph Isaac, Spencer HarrisLyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, CREATE MUSICLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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