Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck It Off, artist - Tee Grizzley. Album song Activated, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 300 Entertainment, Tee Grizzley
Song language: English
Fuck It Off |
Who you think you finna play with? |
Who you think you finna run your mouth to and won’t say shit? |
I’m outchea when it’s cold, leave you out there |
Them bullets hot, think not, get your mouth chipped |
Hella nigga’s talk shit but they stand still |
Let’s take a trip, duct tape, how the van feel? |
Hunnid thousand dollar Cartiers, I’ma change shit |
Keep playin' with Liu Kang, I’ma kick it to your main bitch |
And I’ve been fuckin' hoes on my bae shit |
Come to the crib, I tell 'em go to the spaceship |
Red pill, blue pill, we in The Matrix |
Take it to the face, better do what I say, bitch |
He make it outta here then he a winner |
If a nigga try to run then we pull up in Sprinters |
We get to bustin' at your bucket, fuck it hit 'cho liver |
End of discussion, it’s nothing, I eat you pussies for dinner |
I got no time, for fake ones, killers on the west side, with them real guns |
And if you try to wave the white flag, we gon' still come |
«Where you at? |
Here, nigga!» |
All this pussy I’ma drill somethin' |
Why they hate to see a real nigga make it? |
I done made a lot of change, now my people’s changin' |
By myself, I don’t need no witness |
Can’t thank nobody but the Lord 'cause I’m gettin' it |
I keep my head up and middle finger to the sky |
And living every fuckin' day like it’s Mardi Gras |
I’ma finesse this shit, win, lose, or draw |
You think I work this hard to fuck it off? |
Once again, I gotta remind these niggas |
Balenciaga, 'member when I couldn’t buy these, nigga |
Called 'em bricks birds 'cause we really fly these bitches |
Tell your mans I know I’m lit, but don’t eye me nigga (oh, woah) |
I’m solvin' every single problem with a tool |
Supersoak a nigga like he jumpin' off the pool |
If the feds hit the mansion, we gon' make it to the news |
Choppa lift a nigga up, I bet he make it to the moon (pow) |
You can tell me and Breezy at the top |
They want us to fail, hopin' that we fall but we not |
Don’t feel bad for what I did to them nigga’s block |
Can’t say what happened, just know I had to get rid of the Glock (oh) |
Remember my lick days, couldn’t pull a bitch days (oh) |
Now I ain’t trippin' on none of the bills, that shit paid (ooh woah) |
Nigga tried to fake beef with a nigga (that's just hate) |
Sneak dissin' me, see me out, jump on my dick, these niggas lame |
(Oh, pussy nigga) aye, nigga’s terrible, who raised y’all? |
Nigga’s leeches I can’t feed 'em, I can’t baby y’all (you need to fuck off) |
I’m giving headshots, I ain’t 'bout to fade y’all |
Bitch you ain’t fuckin', bye Felicia, I can’t play with y’all (woo) |
Why they hate to see a real nigga make it? |
I done made a lot of change, now my people’s changin' |
By myself, I don’t need no witness |
Can’t thank nobody but the Lord 'cause I’m gettin' it |
I keep my head up and middle finger to the sky |
And living every fuckin' day like it’s Mardi Gras |
I’ma finesse this shit, win, lose, or draw |
You think I work this hard to fuck it off? |