Off Ya Ass (feat. Flakk Hood & Juany Gambino)

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Fell in love with cash and 'sippin lean and 'poppin perky pills
Had too leave my last bitch in the past cause she had hurt me still
Free my nigga 'boyk he in the jam but be the first too kill
Long live all the guys you mention 'dem you 'gettin 'murked for real
Diddy gang for life thats dge no I ain't switching up
If it ain't 'bout no cash or 'bout my kids then I ain't picking up
How you in the trap you broke as shit you need too give it up
I go to the club and make it rain these bitches thick as f*ck

I said the cops just pulled us over I know they sick just cause we L'd up
Three bows in the backseat man I know they mad as f*ck
Bitch I was flat ain't have no motion I was 'fuckin stuck
These niggas broke 'asl don't want no money man you 'fuckin dumb
These niggas toting poles but I swear to god they ain't 'gon 'fuckin blow
I get 'dem bows and tax 'em up because this shit is for the low
Put a buss down on my wrist I swear that shit be 'fuckin cold
These niggas really popped ain't got no motion got no 'fuckin goals
Niggas be tough but dropped a statement need too get exposed
Young 'asl stuck on that game got off my ass had too make a way
I was flat I was broke 'asl 'askin older niggas let me get a day
In that trap couldn't feel my feet I was ten toes posted everyday

Im trying stack my bread and count some racks up on a rainy day
How you in the mix 'ya pockets flat you really in the way
Free my nigga Chuck he in the feds he doing day for day
Bitch I'm in the trap with feet on land these niggas 'actin gay
Once you get the bag you get the power then respect is next
They like where you been I'm in the trenches nigga 'chasin checks
Free Huncho out the jam we need you home that's mr make a mess
Jumped inside that field all by myself ain't even break a sweat
And if you want 'em gone that nigga done just hit my 'broski up
My shooters they like twins I swear too god 'dem niggas close as f*ck
I just talked too bro he coming home he told me hold it up
You know I'm sending niggas right with the dead you 'wan go or what

Flushed two bows on a Sunday now the trap closed like its chickfila
(Uh, uh) I need them fucking racks
I can take ya bitch she get the 'choosin cause these pockets fat
Im stuck up in 'dem trenches man I'm trying to chase these 'fuckin racks
I took some L's but I made it back cause bitch I 'hadda take a risk
Member I was down bad I couldn't even bag a bitch
Man I had too make my own lane nobody gave me shit
But now look my fit cost two G's I'm really fucking lit
41 up on my fucking wrist I still ain't even touch a brick
Hell no 'ion 'wan touch the white cause bitch I'm 'gettin rich off P's
Show you how too flip a bow
How the f*ck you don't know how too push no weed
Tax 'em up just for the verse this shit ain't free 'gotta pay a fee
(Uh) Diddy gang shit (Uh,uh)
Long live the fucking guys (Uh)
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