Eli Fross - Off Beat lyrics

My niggas pull up on dummy shii
I be riding round with them killas that
Be shooting on some other shii
You kno they feel my presence
Nigga when I pull up
Gud luck
Talk crazy you'll get ya hood touched
And I don't give a fuck about a nigga
I been getting bred
Until a nigga start talking crazy
Put it on his head
You little fuck nigga
Yeah you better duck nigga
Cause when I put them lions on
Ya ass then it's lunch nigga

Lunch time
Crunch time
Yeah you better run boy
I'll have them boys come run you
Down just for fun boy
Put that red beam on ya
Head now you done boy
That internet beef shit is wack
Get ya gun boy

Bitch Said She like my Cuban link
Told her link up and took her to
Cuba to fuck her cheeks up
Lil mami shorty her freaked up
We was fucking all night
Top floor
Maid had cleaned up
But I regret I went to meet her
Cause after swimming in that pussy
I really wanted to breed her
Big Blood pockets C'd up
With bloods with crips either way
Still gon see Blood

Bow

Hold on, let me see sum
And that's the sound that bitch make
She carrying the bakery
She got that big cake
And if she said she on her
Period I nut on her face
And yeah I nut on her face
Because she like that freak shit
When I be tryna leave the crib
She tryna fight me and shit
Over here talking bout she really
Like me and shit
Bitch you only call me when your
Man acting like a dick

Got these Jews on
Riding round
Posted with da stick
If you hear me yell I got one
Then niggas kno it's litt
You a pussy boy you not tuff
You ducking with witcha clique
On the internet he act hard
He tweetin talkin shit
Where your crew at
Uh
Where your boo at
Uh
Cause either way boy ima catch you
And I'm gon do that
Uh
Yeah Brody shoot dat
What
And he ain't shoot back
Bow
Yeah you gon end up where
The last other dude at
Ha
You kno we gloved up
Chopped up
You not tuff
Stop It
I'll send ya ass high up to
Dem stars with this rocket
I'll have them sharks come at ya jaw
Den pop it
Drop it
That's for ya acting outta pocket