Goin' Off (Remix) ft. TheDirtyBunny & Icy Kash Lyrics

X Miicho, TDB, Icy

My boy Bunny got this shit on lock

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (Phew)

Woah (Woah). we goin' off (We goin' off)

When you be talking to me, address me like I am the boss (I am the boss)

Woah, woah, we goin' off (We goin' off)

We run the show, we call the shots, we do what we want, ayy

Better keep them jokes to yourself, my guy, I'm not with the bullshit

They doing the least and then getting up saying they started a movement

Claim they real, my vision sharp, only fakes I see

TDB on the instrumental, y'all need beats like these (For real)

Talking like you so damn hard, who you think you fooling?

Zero degrees with the flow, they still doubt I'm the coolest?

They hear your shit, "excuse me?" They hear my shit, they tune in

I'm sweeping everyone off they feet, ain't even brought a broom in

If me and my bros ain't in your top ten, then you needin' a new list

You want some drip like this? Uh-huh, I could make you my student

Icy Kash been icy hot, my oxymorons potent

Getting paid and splitting portions while I'm sipping potions

Careful how you mess around, they'll send you to Jehovah

Careful how– they found you with your top gone like Doja

Def said we could all be gods, I'm eating Ambrosia

They don't really get the picture, need to fix exposure, Freezy

Woah (Woah), uh, we goin' off, yeah (We goin' off), bitch

How you gon' talk to me then be actin' like I ain't the boss? (Bitch, I'm the boss)

Woo! Hol' up, uh, we goin' off (We goin' off), yeah

I call the shots, you could get shot, I do what I want, bitch! (Buh-buh-buh-bah!)

You cuffin' that bitch? She a bop

Hol' on, she throw me that cat or the top (The what?)

You off of the Tuss' or the Wock'? (The Wock')

You rollin' with us or the cops? (Fuck 12)

Nigga, you all in my spot, huh

He play 'bout that shit, he get shot, huh

A nigga just been goin' off, huh

They playin' like I ain't the boss, huh

X Miich', that's me, I'm with Icy and Bunny (What the fuck you thought?)

Test me? You lose your life, that shit ain't funny (Test me)

Fuck me? Well, bitch, you can't, she felt it in her tummy (Fuck 'em!)

Uh, get me, nigga? Give you a run for your money (Whew)

Woah (Woah). we goin' off (We goin' off)

When you be talking to me, address me like I am the boss (I am the boss)

Woah (Woah), we goin' off (We goin' off)

We run the show, we call the shots, we do what we want, ayy

How you talking down to me when I'm over you?

They really need to credit me, shit's been overdue (For real)

I know this rap shit in depth, you just overview (Damn)

Never too much, I do it right, I never overdo, okay

Lemme get this straight, you is not a threat, ain't in my way

This ain't luck (Nah), it's been struggle, why we here today? (For real)

Lift the pen, drop the beat, watch the art we make (Mm)

Talking shit? Okay, we sliding like the 808

Tryna leave my legacy so they know Icy Kash

Tryna make sure my name never in the same sentence as trash

Hop on the beat and we killing this shit, and we look at your face and you mad

Stacking it up so that me and my mama can have the shit we never had

Small brained people always talk the biggest shit

The ones who judging always be the biggest hypocrites

Some things don't change so I just do my thing

Ayy, ayy (Yeah), TDB (Ah)

Woah (Woah, woah). we goin' off (We goin' off)

When you be talking to me, address me like I am the boss, yeah (I am the boss)

Woah, woah, we goin' off (We goin' off)

We run the show, we call the shots, we do what we want (Yeah)

Woah (Woah, woah). we goin' off (We goin' off)

When you be talking to me, address me like I am the boss, yeah (I am the boss)

Woah, woah, we goin' off (We goin' off)

We run the show, we call the shots, we do what we want (Yeah)

Callin' the shots, I'm runnin' the show

Packin' the fye, I brought me the pole

And they finna die, get left on the floor

Fuck is they doin'? They bitin' my flow

If you got 'em bands, tell me where it's at

If you got that loud, then bring me a pack

Give her the loud, she bring me a rack

Fuck what they thinkin', I never lack

Fuck what they shoppin', I'm poppin' tags (Bah!)

Fuck what they poppin', I'm poppin' TEC's (Phew)

Fuck what they coppin', I'm poppin' this (Bitch)

My bitch be up there with them goddesses (Yeah)

I need no help but you got assists (Nah)

I really be fakin', that's on my sis (Huh)

Nah, I'm lyin', I 'on' got a sis (Huh)

You ain't' real, fuck yo' promises (Ha)

I keep it goin', nigga, minute four

They trippin', shit, they fuckin' whores

These niggas don't up the score

Michael Jordan, what this metal for? (Bah-bah-bah)

You caught that, nigga? Lil' metaphor

Well, she beggin' me, so I give her more

Cut 'em off, bitch, no open doors

You off the 'Wood or you pourin' fours, nigga? (Ha)

Woah (Woah, woah). we goin' off (We goin' off)

When you be talking to me, address me like I am the boss, yeah (I am the boss)

Woah, woah, we goin' off (We goin' off)

We run the show, we call the shots, we do what we want (Yeah)

TDB, TDB