Off The Amp ft. zetaman Lyrics

FAH

FAH FAH FAH

Bitch fuck a Hellcat when I'm in an SRT

Fuck a Hellcat when I'm in an SRT

Fuck a Hellcat when I'm in an SRT

Fuck a Hellcat when I'm in an SRT

Bitch I'm boutta sleep

Bitch I'm boutta sleep off the xan

Bitch I'm boutta sleep

Bitch I'm boutta sleep

Bitch I'm boutta sleep

Bitch I'm boutta sleep

Bitch I'm boutta sleep

Bitches are on

Bitches are on

She give me the bitches I'm bitching the bitches I got wrong

Yuh, yuh, yuh

I'm off the amp

I'm off the amp

I'm off the amp

This bitch a ten

She got a back full wide

And I'm fiending off her gram

Yuh, yuh

She jump in the backseat

I'm high off the pen heat

Yuh, yeah, yuh

I'm off the amp yuh

Ay, ay, ay, ay

Amp up

I count the cash like a banker

I count the hoes like bones

Count so many I'm fed up

Bitches on jeans no denim

When I give the kids phantom

Oh, yeah, yuh

Ay, ay, ay, ay

And I've been looking down for answers on my celly

Message from the street

Telling me to go and carry

The bodies on bodies

The bodies embody

The basis of murder

A message to Scotty

I'm losing my grip for the loss of advances

I never took drugs now I'm smoking a mansion

A taste of fame and they took it away

A taste of fame and they took it away

This the face on the bills that you pay

A world run by ten, we the slaves

A taste of fame, they gave me dessert

Only a taste cause that's all I be worth

Never could focus on myself

Cause like 9-11 they ain't really focus on the twelve

And I'm helping all these innocents

In the rubber hell

Hold it up like Robert Felt

After 20 years only time will tell

Only harm is to myself

Only call when it's my health

Single snap is all the help

Then they fuck on someone else

Heard God and not the bell

Heard God and not in hell

For my soul the Devil offer

Help me god before I sell

On my knees not sucking no dick

Praying to God to help out my kin

Cuz if I fail in this life

Then God better put some better luck on my kind