Yeah
Wayne chun mane with the rockstar fashion
Ni-hao three fours zips on my jacket
I'm packing a pistol, nine milli matches
Call it my security, assuredly I'm durable
Bag full of riches, bad bitches, I'm persuable
I'm vicious, straight out of Memphis
Bitches delicious, I'm all about business
I'm fresh as a peppermint, that's eucalyptus I meant this
Mint like conditions
Whippin' that engine, I'm racin' amazing I'm blazin' a J full of pressure
Quote the professor, don't ever test him
Listen to the lecture, ho
Hannibal Lecter, ho
I'm a motherf*ckin' cannibal
Whip still sittin' outside, trips offline
Fly to my coffin, Eyes still wide
Shit on my pride tryna find my bliss, I miss my side
Pour up and lift my vibes
I don't be kiddin' bout mine
F*ck around, find out on your time
You in my way, you ain't my ally
Go ahead, die, yeah
Smoke me a blunt of some Sherm
Nut on yo' bitch till it look like a perm
Got a lil' wig lookin' stiff as a bitch
If I hold up a light, yeah, it won't even burn
I got it so sticky, your bitch is conflicted
Ya'll calling my phone, I know she addicted
I ball on my own, bitch, don't get it twisted
Stop calling on my phone, you bitches don't get it
And I'm so addicted to spendin' this money I run up a check like it ain't even funny
The neck was so sweet that I call her my honey
This shoe was a stack, I still look bummy
Ooh,
New blunt wrap, look like a mummy
Dose on tree sap, shit look crummy
All of my joints get twisted Roll up my shit so thick that it look like a biscuit
Margiela shirt, Gucci my shoe
I'm with yo' bitch, what yo' bitch wanna do
Ride around Smyrna, illegal burner
You makin' music, yo' bitch never heard of
Japanese denim, it came from Osaka
I'm on this bitch when young Mus and young Shaka
Gucci my pillow, my shit lookin' proper
F*ck around, find out, empty the chopper
Whip still sittin' outside, trips offline
Fly to my coffin, Eyes still wide
Shit on my pride, tryna find my bliss I miss my side
Pour up and lift my vibes
I don't be kiddin' bout mind
F*ck around, find out, on yo' time
You in my way, you ain't my ally
Go ahead, die, yeah
Go ahead, die, dog, ooh
OFFLINE (feat. Al Terrell G) Video (MV)
Performed By: 2Kaiju
Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: Jayleen Mitchell, Al Terrell G, Musashi Albert
2Kaiju - OFFLINE (feat. Al Terrell G) Lyrics
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Yeah
Wayne chun mane with the rockstar fashion
Ni-hao three fours zips on my jacket
I'm packing a pistol, nine milli matches
Call it my security, assuredly I'm durable
Bag full of riches, bad bitches, I'm persuable
I'm vicious, straight out of Memphis
Bitches delicious, I'm all about business
I'm fresh as a peppermint, that's eucalyptus I meant this
Mint like conditions
Whippin' that engine, I'm racin' amazing I'm blazin' a J full of pressure
Quote the professor, don't ever test him
Listen to the lecture, ho
Hannibal Lecter, ho
I'm a motherf*ckin' cannibal
Whip still sittin' outside, trips offline
Fly to my coffin, Eyes still wide
Shit on my pride tryna find my bliss, I miss my side
Pour up and lift my vibes
I don't be kiddin' bout mine
F*ck around, find out on your time
You in my way, you ain't my ally
Go ahead, die, yeah
Smoke me a blunt of some Sherm
Nut on yo' bitch till it look like a perm
Got a lil' wig lookin' stiff as a bitch
If I hold up a light, yeah, it won't even burn
I got it so sticky, your bitch is conflicted
Ya'll calling my phone, I know she addicted
I ball on my own, bitch, don't get it twisted
Stop calling on my phone, you bitches don't get it
And I'm so addicted to spendin' this money I run up a check like it ain't even funny
The neck was so sweet that I call her my honey
This shoe was a stack, I still look bummy
Ooh,
New blunt wrap, look like a mummy
Dose on tree sap, shit look crummy
All of my joints get twisted Roll up my shit so thick that it look like a biscuit
Margiela shirt, Gucci my shoe
I'm with yo' bitch, what yo' bitch wanna do
Ride around Smyrna, illegal burner
You makin' music, yo' bitch never heard of
Japanese denim, it came from Osaka
I'm on this bitch when young Mus and young Shaka
Gucci my pillow, my shit lookin' proper
F*ck around, find out, empty the chopper
Whip still sittin' outside, trips offline
Fly to my coffin, Eyes still wide
Shit on my pride, tryna find my bliss I miss my side
Pour up and lift my vibes
I don't be kiddin' bout mind
F*ck around, find out, on yo' time
You in my way, you ain't my ally
Go ahead, die, yeah
Go ahead, die, dog, ooh
Wayne chun mane with the rockstar fashion
Ni-hao three fours zips on my jacket
I'm packing a pistol, nine milli matches
Call it my security, assuredly I'm durable
Bag full of riches, bad bitches, I'm persuable
I'm vicious, straight out of Memphis
Bitches delicious, I'm all about business
I'm fresh as a peppermint, that's eucalyptus I meant this
Mint like conditions
Whippin' that engine, I'm racin' amazing I'm blazin' a J full of pressure
Quote the professor, don't ever test him
Listen to the lecture, ho
Hannibal Lecter, ho
I'm a motherf*ckin' cannibal
Whip still sittin' outside, trips offline
Fly to my coffin, Eyes still wide
Shit on my pride tryna find my bliss, I miss my side
Pour up and lift my vibes
I don't be kiddin' bout mine
F*ck around, find out on your time
You in my way, you ain't my ally
Go ahead, die, yeah
Smoke me a blunt of some Sherm
Nut on yo' bitch till it look like a perm
Got a lil' wig lookin' stiff as a bitch
If I hold up a light, yeah, it won't even burn
I got it so sticky, your bitch is conflicted
Ya'll calling my phone, I know she addicted
I ball on my own, bitch, don't get it twisted
Stop calling on my phone, you bitches don't get it
And I'm so addicted to spendin' this money I run up a check like it ain't even funny
The neck was so sweet that I call her my honey
This shoe was a stack, I still look bummy
Ooh,
New blunt wrap, look like a mummy
Dose on tree sap, shit look crummy
All of my joints get twisted Roll up my shit so thick that it look like a biscuit
Margiela shirt, Gucci my shoe
I'm with yo' bitch, what yo' bitch wanna do
Ride around Smyrna, illegal burner
You makin' music, yo' bitch never heard of
Japanese denim, it came from Osaka
I'm on this bitch when young Mus and young Shaka
Gucci my pillow, my shit lookin' proper
F*ck around, find out, empty the chopper
Whip still sittin' outside, trips offline
Fly to my coffin, Eyes still wide
Shit on my pride, tryna find my bliss I miss my side
Pour up and lift my vibes
I don't be kiddin' bout mind
F*ck around, find out, on yo' time
You in my way, you ain't my ally
Go ahead, die, yeah
Go ahead, die, dog, ooh
Writer: Jayleen Mitchell, Al Terrell G, Musashi Albert
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid