f*ck OFF lyrics

Gang gang (x3)

Uhm, aye
Gang gang in this b*tch
Ion even know what I'm saying to be honest
Haha, Ye, Ye


I'm telling that bi "get f*ck out of my face"
Sippin' that lean, taking percs, I dun lace
Running up check after check, getting paid
f*ck wit the team you get shot in the brain
Bullets spraying, got blood on my jeans
Percocet 30 running in my veins
Rock hard codeine, no Dwayne
Up in this b*tch with the f*cking gang, aye

I'm like Yeat, I count money
b*tches be thinking that so so funny, aye
Take this .223 and lets see
Better f*ck off b*tch or you'll just see the flames

Blazing on this track, it's so craaazy
You run up on me and I aim
For yo head, bang bang
Running up bands, Running up mo f*ckin paper
Then I go run out for xans
She sucking on di*k with no hands
Me and the gang driving around in a Benz
Around in a Benz
Around in a Benz
Yea, Yea

I'm telling that bi "get f*ck out of my face"
Sippin' that lean, taking percs, I dun lace
Running up check after check, getting paid
f*ck wit the team you get shot in the brain
Bullets spraying, got blood on my jeans
Percocet 30 running in my veins
Rock hard codeine, no Dwayne
Up in this b*tch with the f*cking gang, aye

Up in this b*tch with the f*cking gang, aye
Up in this b*tch with the f*cking gang, aye
Up in this b*tch with the f*cking gang, aye
Aye, Aye