Off The Wall Lyrics

Yeah boy

Been waiting on this a long time

Step in my shoes

Strapped about to walk this long mile

And whats the aim homes

Going till this bread long

Suckers stepped on

And for the hustle aint no days off

Yea its my turn

And homie im hot fire

Cut these suckers lights

Put em out like theyre blot tires

The crowns heir

If pushing hard you going get your block pressed

Too much time into rap

And they say im a hot mess

I will not rest

Till i got the game in a choke hold

Strip the game like a chick with her clothes off

So strong

You get rolled on

Say im off the wall screw protocol

Bout to break this sucker down

Unless he break that chicken off

And quit with the yapping

We dont care what you talking about

Like lisa left eye

Rest in peace cause you crashing out

You passing out

Choke your ass thats a man down

The team foul

And plus they ride hard like the greyhound

Been a problem from the get go

Want the wrist froze

These tracks is like snack food

Im on it like swiss rolls

Yeah insanely sick

You pull out take aim and miss

We know you chick soft you prolly bitch

Type pitiful

Quite sick of you

And might get rid of you

When bullets riddle through

And break em down like they syllables

Thing critical

Bring some bloods and a crip or two

Late night creeping with your bitch

Playing peekaboo

And look momma i love you

The theme is feeding my hunger

Killing the game quick

And putting it under

Thats six feet suckers

And really game is mine

Just waiting to get signed

When the timings right

Name on the dotted line

Longs the money right

Aint pressed cause homie been a star

More like the man of steel

With the way im bending bars

Get your weight up

The resume now getting paper

Off the mainstream

Labron like i play for lakers

Its like i feel no pain

This flow been in my veins

On beats that crack rock

Or pure cocaine im getting it

Got no choice but to kill this thing

Like that steel will spit

The hood will feel this thing

This a homie putting his soul in this

Really getting it

The hunger can you people feel me

And aint no stopping

From the bottom man you got to kill me

Money stack it filthy

High as the damn ceilings

Goal for the millions

Cold hearted get out your feelings

Take offense to what im kicking

Peace later dude

Couldnt relate you

No better yet a middle finger dude

Fake tough guys been sick of you

Aint tough without a tool

Its time so knock em off they pedi stool

Aim to kill

This a crazed man

Off the wall borderline

Go too hard

Like trapping all night into the morning time

You want the bars

Got the porcupine

A bird hawk his ass

Any prick try to cross the line

Slinging for change

Thats fools play

Knock your chick off

Her face change colors in two shades

Whole coop sprayed

Homies to air out your whole block

Or leave you swooped there

Left handling holding them damn knots

Whole face swole

Either or that half of his face blown

Off his damn body

A homi hell with a safe zone

Satisfied long as he dead

But homie you can change the script

Long as you give me the bread

Killing yall ill rock you

Hard and heavy like broad knockers

New chef out here

Cook your team to a full lobster

Aint really into the beef

So homie please

Put the pressure on you

Like that metal up to your cheek god

And pray hard

Cuz aint no man can save you

Blow his stinking head off

Torso on the table yeah

All im biting is meat

And i mean flesh

The whole team eats

Man yall weak that means death

I promise you

Wont nothing be left to identify

Punks kill em all

Down to the bone thats genocide

Want hella pies

If i starve you never eat

Its going televised

Pricks yall dying in front me

The man here

These bars pack punches like full clips

So if shooting it

They tongue all out and drool quick

Hold no punches

Going at every one of you cock suckers

Did not studder

Game mine pull out the cock do her

Turn this thing to a porn flick

Get you on mrs

Shorty get lost

When daddy give her the long stick

Prolly need a few of her friends

Jumping on in

Love the goodies trimmed

Pushing that hard busting em quick

Yall play ground

Dump mine there yall slayed dogs

Yall chump change

Like counting your flips off eight balls

Flow so crack

Straight off the bat

Or right where the dope at

And that hot

Man is on fire

Hell with a cold pack

Really getting it

The hunger can you people feel me

And aint no stopping

From the bottom man you got to kill me

Money stack it filthy

High as the damn ceilings

Goal for the millions

Cold hearted get out your feelings

Take offense to what im kicking

Peace later dude

Couldnt relate you

No better yet a middle finger dude

Fake tough guys been sick of you

Aint tough without a tool

Its time so knock em off they pedi stool

Aim to kill

This a crazed man

Off the wall borderline

Go too hard

Like trapping all night into the morning time

You want the bars

Got the porcupine

A bird hawk his ass

Any prick try to cross the line