Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Off-set , by - T.I.. Release date: 23.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Off-set |
| They say man, they say man |
| I bet you diamond to dog shit you can’t lost soon as I get strapped homie |
| You can’t be riding foreign shit Off-set |
| Car ain’t even out yet |
| Bit too long clip, you know you ain’t 'bout that |
| Bankroll mafia, can’t believe you bought that |
| Automatic long clip, you know you ain’t 'bout that |
| Believe you heard what it said ho, nigga |
| Been known that I’m going before they say go, nigga |
| Try to cross the line, be a dead ho, nigga |
| Give a damn if you wearin' blue or red, ho nigga |
| Listen, I ain’t really much for the convo |
| I’m finna bring the drama to your front door |
| R.I.P. |
| Nando, shout out to Fernando |
| We gettin' keys til we here, andale pronto |
| Turn up out through the night |
| Fucking little mama right |
| Hey, black diamonds like a night |
| 100k, I’m precise |
| No hater, I ain’t throwin' rights |
| Hey, took what the fuck you say |
| Pussy nigga know a nigga spend it |
| Pussy nigga know a nigga ride with it |
| 100 thousand, Chevelle |
| Nigga havin' hoes, hoes, hoes sounding ill (main bitch) |
| Nigga, I’mma keep it trill |
| I could never tell, I’mma make bail |
| Fuck, so many rats, I can’t feel |
| Bet that Coca Cola take away some of the pills |
| Make play |
| Still get money out the bitches |
| Every ho look away, catch whiplash |
| Still got the K in the whip stashed |
| Cut me wrong got your dead |
| Bodybag, nigga you ain’t gotta ask |
| You probably mad cause I hit and I came back |
| Hit it again, hit her friend |
| Then I’m in a win |
| Difference between me and you |
| Is you shoot and I aim for the body bag |
| I’m the same nigga that tell a lil bitch that they gon' have to show us that |
| You the same nigga that take pictures when trappers |
| You’d rather fuck niggas so therefore I pop 'em off |
| Pop 'em off, pop 'em off |
| (The beef I just cooked and just turned into Stroganoff |
| Belly of the beat, hellraising that |
| Now I’m riding with a beauty with amazing hair |
| Kid round my house, say the king’s in here |
| I’ll make your head disappear like Malaysian Air) |
| (Hell nah Thugger, we gotta cut that shit out) |