p*ssed Off lyrics

[Intro]
(1WayKay, you went off on this b*tch)
Yeah, huh
f*ck around and drop the top on the coupe
Ayy, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
f*ck around, and drop the top on the coupe, ayy
7.62s, tryna knock him out his shoes, ayy
Reach for this chain? f*ck around and make the news, ayy
Reach for this chain? Quickest way to get you blew, ayy
Ten toes, b*tch, I'm standing on them till the day I'm gone
Would've thought the Glock was full of Runtz, we done made him float
sh*ttyBoyz BabyTron, she choosing if they play a song
Secure the bag, OT, I'm finna take it home
I'm the Punch King, you cannot take my throne
This some creed, hundred dollars when I spray cologne
I don't even know you, why the f*ck is you hating, bro?
p*ssed in the club, finna make the strippers rake the floor
Stuffing di*k in this b*tch mouth, I'm tryna break her throat
Would've thought my parents wasn't human, they done made a GOAT
Wintertime, I'ma throw some money up and make it snow
(Every time you shoot, you miss yo shot, that's why yo rating's low)
Every time you shoot, you miss yo shot, that's why yo rating's low
In the trenches iced up, sh*t, forgot I'm famous, bro
Let a clown think sh*t sweet, we gon' paint his nose
Margiela stepping, if I trip, I might paint the floor
One man army but I ride around with six weapons
Do the dash and swing the widebody, it might get hectic
Unky in the kitchen, cost a band for a wrist lesson
Done selling sauces, 10K just for six methods
Ten thousand dollar fit on, walk around through the opp sh*t
Huh, they won't touch me though
Half sleep flying off some Wock', I'm just chilling in the c*ckpit
Huh, I just drunk a four
I can switch it up, they missing sh*t, they blickies glitching up
I can't have a b*tch around me if she on some iffy stuff
I'll have this .9 flying at you like when Iggy jump
b*tch tryna ride me like a horse, I told her giddy up
You still got a ten? You need to get it up
Wock' party, you need five hundred, tryna hit a cup
Bob Marley, I'ma face this b*tch, you can't hit my blunt
Chopstick, swing around and doot if he feeling tough
Huh, took his Cartis, he was feeling buff
Ex b*tch losing, seen her out looking hit as f*ck
Mike Amiri newest season, make it hard to drip with us
Pedal pushing in my Triple S's, finna triple up
Keep a hammer like I'm Triple H
Wednesday, two o'clock, I'm at Fleming's getting steak
Everything heavy, b*tch, you playing with some little pape'
Everything heavy, b*tch, you playing with some lil' weight
I was f*cked up, they seen me hungry, they can't get a plate
12 flicked me, like, I hope they know I'm finna get away
Remember being f*cked up, was praying for a bigger play
b*tch, I know you see my chain, I'm looking like the sh*t today
Why the ugly hoes always instigate?
Ugly roll, b*tch talk loose? Up it in her face
Been in my bag, you zipped your zipper late
Brodie caught a body in the foreign, finna switch the plates
[Outro]
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz