Goin Off lyrics

by

Jim Jones


[Verse 1 – Trav]
Big face rolling, can’t take nothing from me
But shots from the 40, y’all n*ggas so corny
Y’all telling these stories, y’all n*ggas don’t know me
Y’all n*ggas annoy me, like [?] n*gga
Catching me in suit tie n*gga, all you hear skkrt blooh blooh
As the coupe ride n*gga
Turn the trap f*ck back, roofside n*gga
I’m bout to go ill, contact, off the OG killer
I’m an OG killer, young n*gga, low n*gga
OG Robert Johnson, potato on the trigger
[?] on a n*gga, I ain’t playing no games though
Shoulder strap, let it go like I’m Rambo
More kicks than Landan, shawty whip like a Lambo
These n*ggas be so pus*y, all I see is cameltoes

[Hook – Trav]
All of my n*ggas be riding, I swear that their guns go off
I don’t be cuffing no b*tches, I swear I don’t love no hoes
I’m different from these other n*ggas
Find out when you f*cking real n*ggas
Imma always be a real n*gga
Yo b*tch gon always love a real n*gga
The hood gon always f*ck a real n*gga
Cuz Imma always be a real n*gga
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