Louie Mall - Go Off (feat. Dun Told' Em) Lyrics

(Nineties Baby Gang!)
Got my bro in here with me Louie Mall... (Mall!)
Let these boy's know what we do
How we feel... (Already!)
From my eye's you can see where the pain at, and I ain't gotta explain that
I was too G for the community I attended prom in a du-rag
Yeah I'm stacking up my loose cash, toating texts in them bookbags
These niggas ass they 2 trash, always give me a good laugh
I don't f*ck around with that liquor, but I be breaking down them swisher's
And I don't f*ck around with them niggas, so I got niggas that will go kill em
I'm a play ya bitch like a fiddle, she tryna pop another skittle
When I'm done the gang gone hit her, mane a young nigga might flip her
I'm a boss up with that AP, 100 round drum like Bun B
Blowing on some sour d, a nigga done caught the munchies
Let's see what these niggas talking about, but when 12 pull up we running
Talking tough but couldn't keep up but they couldn't stand on nothing
(Mall!)
Only got $9 and some change left here to my name
I'm tired of time with these hoes driving me insane
Spark up a Newport, roll some pressure ease a little pain
Adapt to survive, better think or you'll lose your brain
Remember walking in the rain, trying to get a 9 to 5 so I can change
Gotta .38 with perfect aim, what's my name?
You better not call me Gucci Mane!
I'm feeling myself, had some kids by a bitch that smoking meth
Was that below the belt?
Well I don't care she ain't care how I felt!
Don't do no flossing in my face!
I'm down bad and I will catch a case
My eye's red like I been maised, I'm stressed irregular heart pace
Don't smoke no blunts that are lace, I'll rob you blind, take off Tay-K the race
Before you blink say ya grace, get on ya knees, touch the ground with ya face (Bitch!)