Off My Table Lyrics

Tryna rap this shit crazy They gone feel me in the trenches

Keep your hands off my table nigga before you lose a pinky

I'm a Playa, I'm a G, Man I'll probably die pimpn

From the start to the finish nigga

From the start to the finish gold medals it was piston

Way we always switching cars thought I was racing for a living

Long as I know I did my part Hell I look like in my feelings

She a hoe, go like cart, throw it back match my breathing

Shine these diamonds when its dark for all the times we aint see it

93 foreal baby been tryna act regular

Always needed Wi-Fi Now he turnt up off cellulars

Had to build our own bond Only us there to bail us

If you need it Nigga ask might die tryna rob some

Lost it all off a blast he was Jimmy Neutron

Use to cash, use to bags, and we got our own guns

I was lacking that1time aint gone be no 2 some

Finally open up my eyes when I took off Cartier

She know I'm him its some bout em, she get mad when she stare

Think I'm beefing with this cash I been tryna take it there

You from the bottom, just look up its like we gotta make it there

Tryna rap this shit crazy They gone feel me in the trenches

Keep your hands off my table nigga before you lose a pinky

I'm a Playa, I'm a G, Man I'll probably die pimpn

From the start to the finish nigga

From the start to the finish gold medals it was piston

Way we always switching cars thought I was racing for a living

Long as I know I did my part Hell I look like in my feelings

She a hoe, go like cart, throw it back match my breathing

Better check up on yo niggas that depression shit get serious

When we jumped off that porch, we aint think it get this serious

He a warrior, sword to gun heen never had no fear in em

Middle of the road was finna crash, got a sack now he weird to them

I don't know that shit crazy, why she want me for these riches

In that water learn how to swim nigga or end up with them fishes

Oh, them yo bros? You aint solid they gone treat you like a sissy

Either you gone stand up on yo own or be the type to go missing

Tryna rap this shit crazy They gone feel me in the trenches

Keep your hands off my table nigga before you lose a pinky

I'm a Playa, I'm a G, Man I'll probably die pimpn

From the start to the finish nigga

From the start to the finish gold medals it was piston

Way we always switching cars thought I was racing for a living

Long as I know I did my part Hell I look like in my feelings

She a hoe, go like cart, throw it back match my breathing