Offline ft. DroMan Beats Lyrics

Speaking the real

I ain't no internet boy

I ain't no internet boy I'm coming straight to your residence

Bitch, you heard what I said? (Yeah)

Stacking up blowing it down, repeat again like a predicate (felon)

Know how to roll it, gotta be delicate (whew)

Ain't fucking with it, you celibate (at all)

Brushing it off like a pessimist (brush)

I spent a day with yo bitch (yeah)

No kizzy, ain't even kill (at all)

But she fell in love with the measurement (yeah)

She just want a lil' taste (taste)

This good dick I always be peddling (always)

But not everybody is safe (that's right)

You gotta watch who you letting in (truth)

I ain't that cool nigga have a drink and bool with ya letting new niggas know all about my Benjamins (you fools)

40 cal. to the back of his head I'ma make sure he heaven sent

Told him JFK til I fucked around and made his ass meet the president

Took his damn life

Damn right, if gun jam he get the damn knife (graves)

Baby gun got kick back it don't stand right (hype)

I ain't no internet boy you know it's on sight

Jump in the window and don't be surprised (at all)

Won't make a post you kno we outside (yeah)

My niggas swarming ya shit like flies (no kizzy)

I'm good in temperatures let the shit rise (no kizzy)

I ain't no internet boy I'm coming straight to your residence

Bitch, you heard what I said? (Yeah)

Stacking up blowing it down, repeat again like a predicate (felon)

She fell in love with my etiquette (whew)

She open from my intelligence (she open)

You know, I ain't no internet boy

Me and my niggas we come with them toys

And you know that we making that noise

Rock and roll, heavy metal shit

Heavy smoke when I'm on the yard

Not a backwood, no it's a raw

Know how to roll it, gotta be delicate (whew)

Ain't fucking with it, you celibate (at all)

I ain't no internet boy

Speaking the real