Off Ya Feet lyrics

[Intro]
These n*ggas be like the b*tches
Tell 'em quit being they b*tches
How they keep losing they riches
While I keep on doing these digits

[Hook]
Young n*gga just hit the killswitch
Forgot the tooly, pull up and drill sh*t
He on the f*ck sh*t, he get the buck sh*t
I walk around with the stick on that puck sh*t
He think this sh*t sweet
Who is he
f*ck 'round and get sweeped
Off ya feet
He think this sh*t sweet
Who is he
f*ck 'round and get sweeped
Off ya feet

[Verse 1]
And don't try to get up
Or get with us, Tec-9 ripping yo sh*t up
Me take yo ho out to dinner
That happened never, I'd rather float in the river
I meet the plug up in vistas, I gotta a Visa
I'm finna run all his sh*t up
You n*ggas smoke on gorilla, I smoke on chiba
I'm finna show you Matilda
If we know the addy, ain't nobody safe
Chop yo body in two like my name Bobby Flay
Beam on my gun like a ray, b*tch
Make sure you disintegrate
I got this [?] you blind in the face
Don't you blink for a second
Yo b*tch get a grave
Give you a magazine, call that Eastbay
That boy gon' get, he get in my way
[Bridge 1]
40 Glock all on my waist like a belt
I need a M n*gga f*ck an L
Got the HP and it came through the mail
He catch a shell for moving like a snail
n*gga get nailed f*cking wit 12
f*ck all that talk ,we gon' slide like a rail
I'm finna do a walk-up by myself
Think he a demon, I send him to Hell
Dance wit the devil, I'm rocking the Ps
Give him one shot, he gon' drop to his knees
We tell the plug then we copping them P
Ayy let me see dat and then it's on me
Don't f*ck with surface
Don't f*ck with public service
I squeeze if I see you in person
With the G sh*t put not f*ckin' wit Gursen

[Verse 2]
I see you lurkin', the shotty emergin'
I up that muhf*cka, yo body be j*rking
When I am done you will not see the surgeon
No ID, he don't look like the same person
Don't try me if you see me, act allergic
Be on alert, f*ck n*gga we purgin'
Glock 43 on me like Kendrick Perkins
You cross the line you get sent to the nurses
I cross the line like I'm Julius Erving
Lean with the illegal tooly, I'm swervin'
Two-liter in me and now my stomach hurtin'
You leavin wit gang and she f*ckin' for certain
That lil b*tch be squirtin'
Legs open up like a curtain
f*ck boy better practice his sermon
Or boy you'll be the one burning
[Bridge 2]
b*tch I'm a blessing
I do not really like questions
I cannot go for no lesson
I'm always totin' a weapon
f*ck what you pressin'
I'm finna press him like Weston
He gettin' checked like detective
Bando gon' whip out the FN

[Hook]
Young n*gga just hit the killswitch
Forgot the tooly, pull up and drill sh*t
He on the f*ck sh*t, he get the buck sh*t
I walk around with the stick on that puck sh*t
He think this sh*t sweet
Who is he
f*ck 'round and get sweeped
Off ya feet
He think this sh*t sweet
Who is he
f*ck 'round and get sweeped
Off ya feet