p*ssed Off lyrics

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Look
Ok look how the f*ck a runner doing all that talking
di*k on that Glock but don’t p*ss me off
Look b*tch in my house tryna trick off
Look he tried to run off but he got picked off
Look how the f*ck a runner doing all that talking
di*k on that Glock but don’t p*ss me off
Look they shouldn’t have p*ssed me off but they done p*ssed me off yeah
Shouldn’t have p*ssed me off but they done p*ssed me off

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Canary yellow we call ‘em p*ssed on
n*gga ain’t popping no sh*t then you gon’ get p*ssed on
n*gga you ain’t tryna down sh*t then you gon’ get sent home
You the type of n*gga on the move and don’t do sh*t homes
I’m the type of n*gga on the move come back my whole clip gone
I’m the type of n*gga set off plays on my flip phone
I’m the quarterback I call them playa, I get you flipped homes
When it comes to catching all these plays I’m something like Chip Jones
Look why you [?] all my necklaces
We gon' sit and catch a fish we playin’ chess not checkers b*tch
[?] how you let them n*ggas gas you up
[?] we got money racks on us

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Ok look how the f*ck a runner doing all that talking
di*k on that Glock but don’t p*ss me off
Look b*tch in my house tryna trick off
Look he tried to run off but he got picked off
Look how the f*ck a runner doing all that talking
di*k on that Glock but don’t p*ss me off
Look they shouldn’t have p*ssed me off but they done p*ssed me off yeah
Shouldn’t have p*ssed me off but they done p*ssed me off
[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
Shouldn’t of p*ssed me off cause I get off you know me
God damn my di*k soft bad b*tch you owe me
Talked about me on the gram hope your ass OD
So I [?] all along backwoods going strong
[?] that b*tch corona cut my back end gone
I took a loss that I [?]
Get mad at her with all that make-up
Feel like you going too hard
And your n*ggas ain’t bringing money in
Got you mad at ‘em
n*ggas hatin’ because you shine
I’m in line for mad [?]
Got my cubans on
Mama said I shouldn’t have said that about nobody baby
Mama he wrong
She like: “You crazy”
Nah I’m p*ssed the f*ck off

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Ok look how the f*ck a runner doing all that talking
di*k on that Glock but don’t p*ss me off
Look b*tch in my house tryna trick off
Look he tried to run off but he got picked off
Look how the f*ck a runner doing all that talking
di*k on that Glock but don’t p*ss me off
Look they shouldn’t have p*ssed me off but they done p*ssed me off yeah
Shouldn’t have p*ssed me off but they done p*ssed me off
How the f*ck a runner doing all that talking
di*k on that Glock but don’t p*ss me off
Hoe you shouldn’t have p*ssed me off but they done p*ssed me off
Yeah they shouldn’t have p*ssed me off but they done p*ssed me off yeah yeah
[Verse 3: YFN Lucci]
Nappy headed n*gga I feel like buckwheat
They say talk is cheap I ordered more teeth
Look before I had a deal I was rocking Louis V
Hell I’ma sell my strap [?]
Running [?] before puberty
Big big racks in my account
Bonds got maturity
Look big ole diamonds busting out my jewelry
Big ole rat crying to the jury
Look n*gga don’t think we slime boy you stupid
n*gga don’t think we slime boy you stupid

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Ok look how the f*ck a runner doing all that talking
di*k on that Glock but don’t p*ss me off
Look b*tch in my house tryna trick off
Look he tried to run off but he got picked off
Look how the f*ck a runner doing all that talking
di*k on that Glock but don’t p*ss me off
Look they shouldn’t have p*ssed me off but they done p*ssed me off yeah
Shouldn’t have p*ssed me off but they done p*ssed me off