Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Off the Lot, artist - TyFontaine. Date of issue: 15.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Off the Lot |
| I flip that bitch like a vegetable |
| My pants, they sag like a testicle |
| Bands in the back, I got revenue |
| Where is the vibes? |
| Come and send 'em through |
| I am so frozen, I tried to move |
| Over my head sipping junkie juice |
| I’m in that bitch, they ask, «Who is you?» |
| 'Cause I’m popping out with that newy-new (Hey) |
| Really be going, we really be rolling |
| That Benz, take it off of the lot |
| I’m staying cautious, just watching my back |
| 'Cause I cannot give 'em the drop (Hold on, wait) |
| These bitches is really some birds |
| I had to lead 'em to the flock |
| Making my moves, over your time |
| Don’t give a fuck 'bout your clock |
| Don’t do no faking, you know who it is |
| Not even Ty, it’s Michi in this bitch |
| I got the Faygo and dropped in the woo, woo |
| Body like jello, I swear I’m in bliss |
| Oatmeal bitch, need her oatmeal thick |
| Her vibrating shaking that ass |
| Already sick from that fit on my shit |
| I didn’t even need a mask (Yessir) |
| These niggas minor, they lesser |
| Up in the school, I got best dresser |
| I’ma drip like this regardless the weather |
| How I’m so flee but fly like a feather? |
| Ricky the coat, Seventh Heaven jacket |
| I got C on my feet without a racket |
| In the eighth grade, they would call me a fag |
| Said my jeans was too tight, but for real they was lavish |
| I flip that bitch like a vegetable |
| My pants, they sag like a testicle |
| Bands in the back, I got revenue |
| Where is the vibes? |
| Come and send 'em through |
| I am so frozen, I tried to move |
| Over my head sipping junkie juice |
| I’m in that bitch, they ask, «Who is you?» |
| 'Cause I’m popping out with that newy-new (Hey) |
| Really be going, we really be rolling |
| That Benz, take it off of the lot |
| I’m staying cautious, just watching my back |
| 'Cause I cannot give 'em the drop (Hold on, wait) |
| These bitches is really some birds |
| I had to lead 'em to the flock |
| Making my moves, over your time |
| Don’t give a fuck 'bout your clock |
| I’m staying cautious, young CEO on his boss shit |
| Every decision I make could be costly |
| Slip on a move, you don’t know what could cost me |
| So I’m popping out flossy, don’t care what it cost me |
| You only live once, you can’t die with this money |
| So I put in that work and you can’t take it from me |
| And when I look back at my legacy |
| And the things I have done, I realize it’s nothing |
| I flipped that bitch and turned nothing to something |
| Then blew that shit, it turned back into nothing |
| Wasn’t there for long 'cause I can’t stop hustling |
| Got the front on, shout out my cousin |
| So I realized that I only got me |
| You should realize that you only got you |
| Have to do me, the people plea |
| Tell me why I should give a fuck about you |
| I flip that bitch like a vegetable |
| My pants, they sag like a testicle |
| Bands in the back, I got revenue |
| Where is the vibes? |
| Come and send 'em through |
| I am so frozen, I tried to move |
| Over my head sipping junkie juice |
| I’m in that bitch, they ask, «Who is you?» |
| 'Cause I’m popping out with that newy-new (Hey) |
| Really be going, we really be rolling |
| That Benz, take it off of the lot |
| I’m staying cautious, just watching my back |
| 'Cause I cannot give 'em the drop (Hold on, wait) |
| These bitches is really some birds |
| I had to lead 'em to the flock |
| Making my moves, over your time |
| Don’t give a fuck 'bout your clock |
| Hahahaha |