Off Deez Nuts Remix lyrics

[Intro: B.I.G]
n*ggas wanna say im off beat and im trash n*gga i get more cash and i rap fast I don't care cause who you ask who can rap better
Get off my D, get off my D
.40 my hip, loadin' my clip
Cannabis, cannabis, swallow my spit
Shout out my n*gga G prada and J.I.D we bout to kill this sh*t

[Chorus: B.I.G]
Get off my D, get off my D
.40 my hip, loadin' my clip
Cannabis, cannabis, swallow my spit
Cannibal, Cannibal, look what I did
Edible, edible, got the munchies
But I got the bungees, I'ma jump off this ship
But I bet he get whipped with the pistol grip
n*gga talkin' that sh*t, now I'm talkin' my sh*t
Get off my d, get off my d
.40 my hip, loadin' my clip
Cannabis, cannabis, swallow my spit
Cannibal, Cannibal, look what I did
Edible, edible, got the munchies
But I got the bungees, I'ma jump off this ship
But I bet he get whipped with the pistol grip
n*gga talkin' that sh*t, now I'm talkin' my sh*t (Whoa)

[Verse 1: B In$ta G]
Okay, East Atlanta playboy
Don't got much to say, boy
R.I.P to my grave, Yalla n*ggas trash and be action gay, boy
It ain't sh*t to pull up, pick the f*cking tool up
Screaming hallelujah, pushing daisies and some tulips
Itty bitty b*tch, n*ggas in the city with it, pull up with a stick
Dirty with the di*k
Seen you in a minute, n*gga, put you in cement
Anybody get a n*gga, anybody get
Shot to the top, n*gga poppin' this sh*t
Got the drop in your crib, in the spot where you live
If you talking that sh*t, n*gga, stop it
I'm a God, I'm a king, I'm a giant
n*gga not trying, .40 my side
Northside guy, but I been worldwide
D.I.Y, T.I.Y, I'ma try, like B.I.G I'ma die for what I believe in
We like to feast and I try to suck on her feet, cannibal meat
I am an animal, imma beast (roar)
Riding with the hammer on the seat (Oh)
Shotgun, shotgun, hand on my heat
Batman, batman, hand of my seat (da da na da)
n*gga get life, let the white folks be
Online beef, not my motif
.45 me, ta-ta, go to sleep
Don't mind little old me, lil' OG
B.I.G, I came in on the boat, see
May I be a cold n*gga with the most heat
Y'all n*ggas don't know me
[Chorus: B.I.G & G.Prada]
Get off my D, get off my D
n*ggas blind they can’t See
Curr, Curry, hit it wit the 3
Vison, blurryl, look what I did
Edible, edible, i am hungry
But I got the bungees, I'ma jump off this ship
But he get whoopped with the pistol grip
Now I'm talkin' my sh*t watch me talk my sh*t
Okay

[Verse 2: G Prada]
Two of us no space, woah
AK to your face, woah
We gon’ f*cking pull up make you Tay K do the race, woah
Don’t think you’ll escape, no
Spit and get the Play-Do
All I gotta do, hold up let’s pick up the pace tho
I’m alive and I’m flowing so animated
Finna call up my momma, "say I made it"
Yeah I hit up your girl you can say we dated
And by dated I mean that we fornicated
I’m inventing new flows cause I’m innovative
And they say I’m too c*cky but they be hating
All my haters be getting incinerated
Nah man f*ck all them b*tches obliterated
This the meme rap b*tch (aye)
Could you leave my di*k (aye)
Get off my di*k, get off my di*k
Must repeat that sh*t
Disagree you best believe you’ll be deceased lil b*tch
Diamonds on me so cold (flu)
A disease lil b*tch
Mr. Got No Friends (yuh)
I can’t drop this pen (nah)
Your b*tch got this di*k (b*tch)
I ain’t got consent (nah)
Said you f*cked my b*tch (what?)
So I got revenge (huh)
Tryna diss me b*tch
Suicide attempt
Run up on you with the Glock no face
Shut up b*tch you better know your place
Trigger pulled you finna be erased
With your b*tch you finna be replaced
Grab the stick hear a click and clack
And you feel the bullet with it’s tip in your back
When I spit on a track yeah what I spit is a fact
If you say that I’m wack, then be expecting attacks
f*cked every female that’s on the planet
Say otherwise and you get the cannon
Pull out the shotty I make em panic
Bullets to b*tches I’m always banging
Say you heat I don’t believe that scam
Beat my meat and leave the sheets real damp
Best believe I will defeat your mans
I’ll shoot your b*tch and do the default dance