Off Wit His Head Lyrics

I'ma go stupid on this beat, I ain't got nothing to do

I be too ruthless bout this beef, I ain't got nothing to lose

They know my name already, ain't like I got something to prove

I'm on probation and I'm famous, still be clutching my tool

When you see me pulling up, I'm in a truck or a coupe

I wish he take my shit cause imma end up trunking this dude

I'm finna spank him, niggas play and then end up on the news

Got him deceased, he fucked with me but he was fronting his move

I be with gang, I'm not a gangsta, I'm just misunderstood

This a Tesla so I guess that means the trunk in the hood

When I say I'm bout to cum, that mean I'm dumping the wood

'Fore I go broke, I'll run a play or I'ma buss me a jugg

You would think I engineer the way I bring in the hook

And I robbed Mel in junior year, I hear I still got him shook

Stanky smell like dope in here, my dad taught me how to cook

You can't be round me moving weird cause you'll get killed bout a look

I'm getting money now, my gun the only one who I trust

Ain't paying taxes, tell the IRS to get it in blood

If I want Tony take you off then I'ma give him a dub

She dress like me but she so thick I might just dick down a stud

Rapping nasty, wrapped in plastic, this a brick but it's cut

Well what's the ratio of baking soda, 50 to one

But let a shipment go missing, bitch I'm sticking the plug

I be scheming, I'm the grimiest thing under the sun

I killed a custo but I really don't feel guilty about it

He was a junkie, what the fuck I'm gone do tripping about it?

Me and Fanfan we some hot niggas, Bobby and Rowdy

And if I'm hawking then I know that he'll be stepping behind me

D make money off Adele but I ain't talking the singer

He on computers making mula, Mastercard and them Visas

Told him swiper no swiping, but he pulled up in Beamer

Remember days when we was riding deep in splacks and them steamers

The opps be thinking that they dissing me, that shit it be reaching

He fucked my bitch, I fucked his sister, now I'm thinking we even

She was sucking dick on camera, man that bitch was a eater

Hit the road after December, I'll be back before Easter

Rich niggas in my circle, that's what popping to me

You gotta have at least 100 thou' to lock in with me

There's a price to pay for pressure and it's not gone be cheap

We might just settle for ya life and that is not gone be sweet

Not an inflator when I say I got the pump in the trunk

I pray you niggas take it there cause if it's up then it's stuck

I really hope your piece don't jam, go try your luck or you fucked

Aiming for your chest this time, I'm tryna puncture a lung

You would think I deliver wock the way we keep them chopsticks in the van

I bought Jesus' mom a Huracan, got me singing Mary had a little lamb

My opps had tried to squash it, but I'm not gone be the bigger man

He tried to get me wiped and now he hiding, we gone kill his friends

I always blow a four on Comme Des Garcon when I be in France

Grew up watching Johnny and I told him I'm gone be the man

The flyest one in every room I walk in, I'm like Peter Pan

Jump out that new Mercedes S580, inside cream and tan

These tennis chains on me bout to freeze off my neck

Kwezzy known for dropping em and speeding off in a Vette

Let a nigga cause a problem, gone be off with his head

And don't be calling on my line if we ain't talking bout bread