She goin' tell all her friends I Pulled up in a coupe
Chain on my neck hold a whole
Lot of loot, if she wan' come with me what the f*ck imma do?
I got Burberry bombers and Hilfiger shoes
This here Versace I smell like Medusa
I'm young and I'm fly but don't Let that confuse you - I touched a few niggaz when I played With rulers.
What do you know about Motion?
We used to drive in La Lucia
Golf R, selling that potion
Po-po approaching
Jump out the door at the robot
And throw all the drugs in the Ocean
What do you know bout a hit?
I'm skinny but 556
My preference and the nose of The gun kinda dips as I aim for His lip, but I shoot and I blow Out his hip
And I'm proven in battle
Not usually shaken, I pull out a
Knife when the dogs get to chasin'
Put up a fight I don't see Limitations, I'm ready to die bout a nigga who fakin'
Don't diss on a song, come
Look in my eyes
And tell me you're ready to die
I won't let it fly
I can't let a f*ck nigga try
I came from the O'
I came from the 3-6 ten(3610)
My momma Milano and them
My poppa the man
He shot niggaz up like the Klan
My brother two - eight
He taught me to shoot for the Face, he taught me to shoot for
The sake
I make no mistake, the hood always congratulate
If you're shawty fine
I might just pull out the whip
She might just look at my wrist
Might meet my momma
We might just go to the crib
She might just see how we live,
And I'm fresh off a jet, I'm still
High as a bitch, I got a shawty In Rosebank right now - say she wan' f*ck
I've been eyeing the bitch
And she always wan' talk and
End up crying then I have to lie To the lie to the bitch
Tired of the bitch, f*ck her and Leave, can't reside with a bitch
Yung'nTrippy - "OFF A JET" FREESTYLE Lyrics
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She goin' tell all her friends I Pulled up in a coupe
Chain on my neck hold a whole
Lot of loot, if she wan' come with me what the f*ck imma do?
I got Burberry bombers and Hilfiger shoes
This here Versace I smell like Medusa
I'm young and I'm fly but don't Let that confuse you - I touched a few niggaz when I played With rulers.
What do you know about Motion?
We used to drive in La Lucia
Golf R, selling that potion
Po-po approaching
Jump out the door at the robot
And throw all the drugs in the Ocean
What do you know bout a hit?
I'm skinny but 556
My preference and the nose of The gun kinda dips as I aim for His lip, but I shoot and I blow Out his hip
And I'm proven in battle
Not usually shaken, I pull out a
Knife when the dogs get to chasin'
Put up a fight I don't see Limitations, I'm ready to die bout a nigga who fakin'
Don't diss on a song, come
Look in my eyes
And tell me you're ready to die
I won't let it fly
I can't let a f*ck nigga try
I came from the O'
I came from the 3-6 ten(3610)
My momma Milano and them
My poppa the man
He shot niggaz up like the Klan
My brother two - eight
He taught me to shoot for the Face, he taught me to shoot for
The sake
I make no mistake, the hood always congratulate
If you're shawty fine
I might just pull out the whip
She might just look at my wrist
Might meet my momma
We might just go to the crib
She might just see how we live,
And I'm fresh off a jet, I'm still
High as a bitch, I got a shawty In Rosebank right now - say she wan' f*ck
I've been eyeing the bitch
And she always wan' talk and
End up crying then I have to lie To the lie to the bitch
Tired of the bitch, f*ck her and Leave, can't reside with a bitch
Chain on my neck hold a whole
Lot of loot, if she wan' come with me what the f*ck imma do?
I got Burberry bombers and Hilfiger shoes
This here Versace I smell like Medusa
I'm young and I'm fly but don't Let that confuse you - I touched a few niggaz when I played With rulers.
What do you know about Motion?
We used to drive in La Lucia
Golf R, selling that potion
Po-po approaching
Jump out the door at the robot
And throw all the drugs in the Ocean
What do you know bout a hit?
I'm skinny but 556
My preference and the nose of The gun kinda dips as I aim for His lip, but I shoot and I blow Out his hip
And I'm proven in battle
Not usually shaken, I pull out a
Knife when the dogs get to chasin'
Put up a fight I don't see Limitations, I'm ready to die bout a nigga who fakin'
Don't diss on a song, come
Look in my eyes
And tell me you're ready to die
I won't let it fly
I can't let a f*ck nigga try
I came from the O'
I came from the 3-6 ten(3610)
My momma Milano and them
My poppa the man
He shot niggaz up like the Klan
My brother two - eight
He taught me to shoot for the Face, he taught me to shoot for
The sake
I make no mistake, the hood always congratulate
If you're shawty fine
I might just pull out the whip
She might just look at my wrist
Might meet my momma
We might just go to the crib
She might just see how we live,
And I'm fresh off a jet, I'm still
High as a bitch, I got a shawty In Rosebank right now - say she wan' f*ck
I've been eyeing the bitch
And she always wan' talk and
End up crying then I have to lie To the lie to the bitch
Tired of the bitch, f*ck her and Leave, can't reside with a bitch
Writer: Bandile Ngcobo
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