LMS Zayter - Off The Rip Lyrics

It's like f*ck it I up it and bust it I'm skirting in lanes while I'm up in a stoley
If you owe me five put half on your head then I get back what you owe me
And I'm toating on pistol's I'm packing my shit and I might have to turn to the old me
Nigga you acting my niggas be clapping my niggas they wacking yo homie
I don't need no Glock lil bitch I can fight so why is you calling for backup?
Just like the city girls forty gon snatch him lil nigga you better not act up
No I'm not sleeping until I catch a bag and I might just keep running that sac up
He thinking he sweet until he se this heat
Break his ass down like a fraction

Young nigga getting this cash and I f*ck up a bag and I stack to the ceiling
These bitches they on me they all wanna f*ck on a nigga I walk in the building
Nigga you owe me I'm upping glizzy so you better hide all your children
I'm up in a cage with gorillas and killas you know I'm right there with them villains
So fresh and so clean i got 20k up on a nigga they ask how I'm living
When you go to the store and you swiping your card and I bet that it say insufficient
Feeling like Dolph and I started to hustle you know that I'm still independent
You know that I'm fly everyday on the job like I work in the sky flight attendant
If a nigga want smoke I let it blow
If you think you slat then we wiping your nose
Shoot at his neck I'm not shooting his toes
But I just be cooling in cut with some hoes
Come out the cut with the .40 he froze
Niggas get flicked up with canons go pose
Selling the crack to the fiends we got blows
Lil bitch you a rookie come f*ck with pros
You better go get off your ass and go get you a bag and the haters gon feel it
The first nigga talking and they ass still be walking
Pulled up in a wraith and go peel it
Yeah I got them bands but you catch a hot one if a little nigga try to steal it
You know I got thirty's I'm blowing no curry I got my tool and I drill it
Everybody hating on me and my brothers and you know that I find it good
Somewhere in the cut .30 gon bust cooling right there in the hood
Niggas on death row I let them Tecs blow nigga I ain't talking about Suge
For all them haters that said I couldn't make it my brother said I could
I'm up in a coop and you up in a ford
You can call me the plug I ain't talking no cord
Nigga don't cross me just like I'm the Lord
Bubbly only thing what I just pour
Now you know I pour up a four
Hoes wanna f*ck me when I go on tour
She wanna f*ck and I didn't even know her
Hit like a ref from the back bitch I'm blowing
Can't f*ck with my flow like a carpet
Picasso my work like a artist
From two bedroom apartments
Right from the cine niggas starving
All in her walls like she charging
Taking his breath like he pausing
Give me her mind she retarded
I leave that bitch I departed
Gang!