Fresh Offa Route lyrics

[Chorus: Brickboydior]
Yeah
I don't take nobody sh*t 'cause I know what I'm worth
I swear I'm the hardest to walk on this Earth
She slurping the di*k, yeah, it's quenching her thirst
Ride with a b*tch with a Glock in her purse
She suck on the di*k then I kick that b*tch out
All in my DM's tryna see what I'm 'bout
They just comment on pics tryna get a 'lil clout
I just picked up a hundred, I'm fresh offa route

[Verse 1: LiL SATAN]
Picked up a hundred, I'm fresh offa route, wait
Uh, I'ma c*m in her mouth
Stupid 'lil b*tch, get the f*ck off my couch
Matter of fact, out of my house
Okay, I hop in the Ritz in the back of the back of the back of the back
I just wan' f*ck on the b*tch, she gon' suck on my di*k in the back of the Cad-di-di-llac
I just wan' hop in the muh'f*cking whip
Stupid lil' b*tch, get the f*ck off my di*k
I do not f*ck with these n*ggas, they lame
And they [?] riding around at the [?]
This ain't that, that ain't this
I'ma f*ck on your b*tch
Please shut the f*ck up when I step in this sh*t
[Verse 2: Brickboydior]
We came with them big guns, this ain't Nerf
Big di*k that you running but this is my turf
Get off my wave, 'lil b*tch can't surf
I'ma sit back and chill off the blue like Smurf
Got so many racks, finna break the bank
My diamonds is water like it's from a saint
Check out my stats, I'm on top on the rank
You really ain't sippin, can't afford no drank
You's a broke boy, can't hang out
Push up in the whip with them thangs out
If it's 'bout that beef, we 'gon bang it out
Hit that b*tch from the back and she sang out

[Chorus: Brickboydior]
I don't take nobody sh*t 'cause I know what I'm worth
I swear I'm the hardest to walk on this Earth
She slurping the di*k, yeah, it's quenching her thirst
Ride with a b*tch with a Glock in her purse
She suck on the di*k then I kick that b*tch out
All in my DM's tryna see what I'm 'bout
They just comment on pics tryna get a 'lil clout
I just picked up a hundred, I'm fresh offa route

[Verse 3: TOKYO'S REVENGE]
Fresh offa route, put that fresh di*k in her mouth like a cabin
There's sticks in the house and Brick in the house
And you kinda cute your mans don't let us f*ck, we gon' shoot up yo' house
I'm just kitten like a cat
She want me to beat the pus*y black
They call me Billy Ray up in the trap
I don't even rap, I'm a country singer with a strap
Lambo with the horses in the back
They mad that I'm blowing up, I'm finna be the goat
f*ck boy you got asthma, don't want smoke
They talk on the internet but don't know
Shout out Santa, n*gga walking round with a north pole
How you n*ggas mad that I want a 'Rari not a Volvo
n*ggas really mad, so they want to put me in the same boat
n*gga, get a bag, what the f*ck you n*ggas on my di*k for
I'm a goat, what the f*ck you think these f*cking horns for
[Chorus: Brickboydior]
I don't take nobody sh*t 'cause I know what I'm worth
I swear I'm the hardest to walk on this Earth
She slurping the di*k, yeah, it's quenching her thirst
Ride with a b*tch with a Glock in her purse
She suck on the di*k then I kick that b*tch out
All in my DM's tryna see what I'm 'bout
They just comment on pics tryna get a 'lil clout
I just picked up a hundred, I'm fresh offa route