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Off The Scene Video (MV)




Performed By: YSB Reggie & SupaMeek
Language: English
Length: 2:32
Written by: Reginald Neal, Antonio Groover




YSB Reggie & SupaMeek - Off The Scene Lyrics




Stop droppin' roll, Swing that bitch, right , here's somebody bound to go
Cooped up in the house, so what the f*ck you bought that body for
Titty's nice, that ass it up, attitude ain't addin' up
After one night, had enough, gone grind until my patty bust

Tried to go the burger route, patties ain't get past enough
Might need Spongebob's spatula, down below the sea
Too sweet to pass it up, drop the low, collect the fees
Know that nigga mad as f*ck, I'm just glad I'm off the scene

You bitch, mistletoe, this lean to kiss, bet I ain't gon' miss
I'm the shit you just not noticing , don't pop it, I just hold it in
Don't get tired, let's go again, get too f*cked cause you got voted in
Make america , rap again, super ysb , we tapping in

This is not a drill, call of duty, respawn if you kill
Just might buck you on your bill, so I can polish up my skill
In the field, you bitch, you bitch, you bitch
This is not a drill, bitch, it's really real

It's getting hot in here flight shit , trill
Chillin' at the top, boogie cash right from the bottom
Family got my son straight, shout out baby mama
Good head, no stress, only big deposits

Nigga, f*ck your bank, roll my cash in Gucci wallets
Groupie bitch, got her hooked on me just like phonics
Nigga thought it was a snowstorm, When I left Onyx
Nigga think he on my trail , I told him good luck

Murder was she wrote, now the gang ,
Screaming redrum
F*ck your pen and paper, man, this shit is off the dome, bruh
She don't smoke or drink, she can't come in, she gotta go home
Stickin' to the code, never switchin' on my mans, bro

On the road to riches, drivin' fast, I'm dodgin' pot holes
Good smoke, smokin' on that gas, nigga im with three hoes
Bougie bitch, and we sippin' that drink, cost amigos
This is not a drill, bitch, I'm ballin' hard like I'm Bradley Beal

Drop and roll, swing this bitch, bitch, here's somebody bound to go
Cooped up in the house, so what the f*ck you bought that body for
Titty's nice, that ass it up, attitude ain't addin' up
After one night, had enough, gon' grind until my paddy bust

Tried to go the burger route, patties ain't flip fast enough
Might need SpongeBob spatula, down below the seat
Shit too sweet to pass it up, drop the low, collect the fees
Know that nigga mad as f*ck, I'm just glad I'm off the scene, you bitch

I'm just glad I'm off the scene, you bitch
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Stop droppin' roll, Swing that bitch, right , here's somebody bound to go
Cooped up in the house, so what the f*ck you bought that body for
Titty's nice, that ass it up, attitude ain't addin' up
After one night, had enough, gone grind until my patty bust

Tried to go the burger route, patties ain't get past enough
Might need Spongebob's spatula, down below the sea
Too sweet to pass it up, drop the low, collect the fees
Know that nigga mad as f*ck, I'm just glad I'm off the scene

You bitch, mistletoe, this lean to kiss, bet I ain't gon' miss
I'm the shit you just not noticing , don't pop it, I just hold it in
Don't get tired, let's go again, get too f*cked cause you got voted in
Make america , rap again, super ysb , we tapping in

This is not a drill, call of duty, respawn if you kill
Just might buck you on your bill, so I can polish up my skill
In the field, you bitch, you bitch, you bitch
This is not a drill, bitch, it's really real

It's getting hot in here flight shit , trill
Chillin' at the top, boogie cash right from the bottom
Family got my son straight, shout out baby mama
Good head, no stress, only big deposits

Nigga, f*ck your bank, roll my cash in Gucci wallets
Groupie bitch, got her hooked on me just like phonics
Nigga thought it was a snowstorm, When I left Onyx
Nigga think he on my trail , I told him good luck

Murder was she wrote, now the gang ,
Screaming redrum
F*ck your pen and paper, man, this shit is off the dome, bruh
She don't smoke or drink, she can't come in, she gotta go home
Stickin' to the code, never switchin' on my mans, bro

On the road to riches, drivin' fast, I'm dodgin' pot holes
Good smoke, smokin' on that gas, nigga im with three hoes
Bougie bitch, and we sippin' that drink, cost amigos
This is not a drill, bitch, I'm ballin' hard like I'm Bradley Beal

Drop and roll, swing this bitch, bitch, here's somebody bound to go
Cooped up in the house, so what the f*ck you bought that body for
Titty's nice, that ass it up, attitude ain't addin' up
After one night, had enough, gon' grind until my paddy bust

Tried to go the burger route, patties ain't flip fast enough
Might need SpongeBob spatula, down below the seat
Shit too sweet to pass it up, drop the low, collect the fees
Know that nigga mad as f*ck, I'm just glad I'm off the scene, you bitch

I'm just glad I'm off the scene, you bitch
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Writer: Reginald Neal, Antonio Groover
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