getoffdattopic! Lyrics

Umm Thank you , lockage

Word

Skrr

Skrt

Yeah

uh huh

yeah

yeah

yeah

And shawty actin outta pocket

Tell dat bitch to juss get off dat topic

And she trynna slide give me dat toppy

And I got a glock imma pop it

And they look at my style the gon copy

And shawty keep hitting my "line"

And nobody can tell her to stop it

And I think I'm running outta "time"

But I gotta put bands in my wallet

And shawty trynna be "mine"

F - Fuck all dat school I ain't going to college

I'm wit my bruddas I'm chasing a bag

Nigga be testing get took off the map

And I feel like yeat yeah I'm sorry bout that

But same time never sorry bout dat

Text me imma never write back

I could go mainstream

And juss hop in a Cat

Tired of these niggas I swear they be Kap

Walking around wit a glock and a mag

Fucking that bitch and I Sweat from the back

I get the bread you know that's a fact

I get the bread when I'm moving the packs

Niggas want features then he gon get "taxed"

And look at my diamonds yeah they all "cold"

And look at my diamonds yeah they on "froze"

We pull up we shootin we wiping his "nose"

(umm)

And I really flexing I turn to a G (word)

these niggas be talking they ain't fuckin wit me (Skrr)

And I gotta glock and I up 223s (skrt)

And I gotta 40 make dat nigga bleed(uh huh)

Upping da 40 tell dat bitch nigga freeze (yeah)

And I gotta chop leaving blood on the leaves (yeah)

And I gotta glock gotta keep it wit me (yeah)

And I gotta 40 putting that bitch to sleep

And shawty actin outta pocket

Tell dat bitch to juss get off dat topic

And she trynna slide give me dat toppy

And I got a glock imma pop it

And they look at my style the gon copy

And shawty keep hitting my "line"

And nobody can tell her to stop it

And I think I'm running outta "time"

But I gotta put bands in my wallet

And shawty trynna be "mine"

F - Fuck all dat school I ain't going to college