OFF DA GRID! Lyrics

I hold it down

How I get around it's me

Da coldest out freshest nigga

From the da south

I ain't worried bout

Suckaniggas sellin out

I'm just tryna show you how we

Get it off the ground

Goin off, Jamal Crawford

Bitch I'm ballin

How you gone handle yo bidness

When you stalling

Niggas better handle they lady

She steady callin

Circle full of winners shit nigga

We never fallin'

Bout time I start bringing up some shit

These niggas hate to do

Every time they see me I'm the one

They try to fake it too

All smoke and mirrors

Ain't even have to race the coupe

She know a real one when she feel it

Cuz we hate to lose

Fly it in, get it gone

Then we stack the dough

Need the Benz, need the Rollie with

The Carti lens when I hit the store

System bumpin, forty on six

Then I'm getting gone

When we slidin

Yeah I'm sitting low

This that gold medalist flow

Specialist with the dough

Ain't no tellin how it's endin

When I get in that mode

Stole the show

Just the beginning

How we upping the score

Outchea really winning, damn

They barely breaking the mold

But ain't trippin mane

Haze burnin, grippin grain

Baby tell me that I'm different

But she hate my playa ways

Bitch I'm laid and paid

Everything tailor made

We really paved a way

So call a spade a spade

And I'm gone nigga.

I hold it down

How I get around it's me

Da coldest out freshest

Nigga from the da south

I ain't worried bout

Suckaniggas sellin out

I'm tryna show you how we

Get it off the ground