Off The Muscle

Bryson Lashun Potts

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Ayy, Sean John drip when I walk in the party
NLE, Top Shotta, Don Dada, ayy (Cook that shit up, Quay)
Cook that shit up, Quay
Oh, that my nigga ain't even know this where he be
Fuck you talkin' 'bout
(Tahj Money) yeah, yeah, yeah

Sean John drip when I walk in the party, house so big that it look like a porch
Smack him with the pistol, pussy nigga you a dork (brrt, brrt)
Pussy ass nigga you are not out of the porch
Give him a grave, my nigga gon' dig it
Put the lean in my cup and you know I'ma sip it
Bitch, I'm gone off this .30, I think that I'm trippin'
I'm so high in this bitch, thought my heart was my kidney
Your nigga, they bitches, they comin' up missin' (ayy)
My chopper got .50, I shoot 'til it's empty (ayy)
This bitch here a fully, you totin' a semi (ayy)
I'm countin' up commas, completin' my sentence (ayy)
The way that I'm livin', pop out in your city
She suck on my balls while I grip on her titties
He say he gon' kill me, your nigga like Ricky
Keep him shy like a waitress, we leave him tips
Keep them sticks up like them blind folks
Say I'm a bitch, you lyin', hoe
Them hoes was sober when we slide, fifty shots up at these nine, hoe
Want me to kick it? Got no time, hoe
But you can suck it anytime though
Pull it out and skewed up on her face I made her eyes closed
Wokhard in the cup, shit hit like Rocky
Look at me in the picture with a gun, you won't scare nobody
I ain't even wanna do it, but I caught another body
Bad bitch, go to Ole Miss, she the hottest out there
Overdose in this bitch, I just popped another roxy (ooh)
Oops I ain't mean to say that, don't tell nobody (ayy)
Woke up in the hospital, fucked on the doctor (ayy)
I was up in juvenile eatin' Chi Chi's and lobster (ayy)
Who gon' stop me? They say I'm a Top Shotta (ayy)
Shot him, shot the friend, now the body on top of him (ayy)
Hunnid some shots, demolition him, bitch, I'm a polisher
Shot in the mouth, he was hollerin' (brrt)
Bitch about murder, my Tyler, bullet, they swallow him (brrt)
You eatin' these bullets, lil nigga, you gobbling
We give him a mullet like we was your barber
I smoke me a wood and I drop out my heart and shit
I'm late for my show, bitch, they call me a tardian
Fucked up in the head, I'll shoot at your guardian
Off the Henny, but I wanna know where Bacardi at
Too much in these drugs, I'm falling in Cartier
Tryna rob me, then you gonna be sorry
I'ma look for your soul, I'ma take it, can't get it back
Pussy ass nigga this shit ain't a joke
Why the fuck you got a gun? I'ma take your pole
If you get in the business, I'ma shoot your nose
If a nigga want beef, I'ma kill your bro
Baby Mexico with the pole, Vamanos
Don't need no bullets, let all of 'em blow
Bitch, I'm runnin' this beat, Usain in my blood
I'm fresh out the dirt, but I'm sippin' on mud
I just copped me a 'Lac, I'ma put it on dubs
My brother, he blood, but I'm callin' him Cuz
Had to C-walk 'fore I dump my clip, 'cause I did my dirt for Crip
Them niggas, they said we dipped
How we run when we upped off the hip?
And y'all was the niggas that was doin' them flips
Shot him in his neck, bullet came out his lips
For all of the opps, this shit here a PSA
I shoot you for real, I might go to the NBA
Why the fuck would I scuffle, my Drac in my duffle
You think we gon' scuffle? pop him like a bubble
You scared of your niggas, my niggas, my brothers
If one of 'em cross me, on God, I'ma bust 'em

Shit off the muscle
NLE, the Top Shotta
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Nigga play, swear to God gon' be murder, on God
Fuck nigga, bitch

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