p*ss Me Off lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fatt
Yeah

[Chorus]
n*gga, don't p*ss me off, you probably wan' be me, but you won't put the work in
Yeah, homicide, that's what I grew up on, we'll leave your mama hurtin'
Finna take this lil' ho down, ain't no one 'round, just me, her, and my Perc' 10
Yeah, that lil' ho ain't mine, this b*tch a clown, she think I'm buyin' a Birkin
Yeah, better watch who the f*ck you talkin' to and play it nice
Yeah, bro got several hats, tie up his shoes, go take a life
Yeah, they gon' chill in the house 'cause all my opps on borrowed timе
This sh*t may take several yеars, but sh*t, I'm chillin', ain't no time on get-back

[Verse]
Ayy, you do some gangster sh*t, they pick you up, you drop a dime with your b*tch ass
These n*ggas tryna rap like me, stealin' all my beats and tryin' to find my presets
Yeah, if them n*ggas try and come spin first, we gon' shoot back worse and make 'em hop on defense
Ayy, these n*ggas ain't street, they hoes, they pretend, on God
Yeah, brodie pop out with a switch, make him think fast, last thing he see was the fire and the beam
Hit from the back, I'ma pull out her leave in and give her some money, so now, sh*t, we even
He tryna tax him, we robbin' the weed man, thinkin' I'm green, tryna f*ck, n*gga fiendin'
I pop a Perc' and my chest start hurtin' and my heart start beatin', I hope I don't OD
My advice, don't play with me, you'll D-I-E, they don't play 'bout me
Yeah, must don't know I'm a CEO, I say G-O, they'll spray 'bout me
Yeah, my favorite ho wash all my clothes, when I get back home, she gon' rub my feet
Yeah, I'm in these streets all up on my own, my clip on full, but my heart on E
[Chorus]
n*gga, don't p*ss me off, you probably wan' be me, but you won't put the work in
Yeah, homicide, that's what I grew up on, we'll leave your mama hurtin'
Finna take this lil' ho down, ain't no one 'round, just me, her, and my Perc' 10
Yeah, that lil' ho ain't mine, this b*tch a clown, she think I'm buyin' a Birkin
Yeah, better watch who the f*ck you talkin' to and play it nice
Yeah, bro got several hats, tie up his shoes, go take a life
Yeah, they gon' chill in the house 'cause all my opps on borrowed time
This sh*t may take several years, but sh*t, I'm chillin', ain't no time on get-back (Ain't no time on get-back)

[Outro]
On God
n*gga might be at his son graduation or I don't know, some sh*t
On my mama
Fatt