Jay Worthy, Cardo, Pressa - Off the Shits lyrics
Ronald N. LaTour
[Jay Worthy, Cardo, Pressa - Off the Shits lyrics]
Said my mind is racin', yeah
I'm off the shit's
Why these niggas be hatin'? yeah
ain't that a bitch?
Know my life so brazy, huh? It got me sick
Half my niggas is gone, homie
We used to be thick
We took an L with Vail and
Lug locked in a cell
I swear life for a street nigga gotta be hell
But fuck it
Came a long way from trappin' out the bando
If Ram needs somethin'
Do anything he ask for
(What you need, nigga?)
Like put it on the line, slip my mask on
(Huh) police knockin' at the door
But the strap gone (Huh)
But it should never come to that
'Cause I got niggas ridin' with
Me that'll bust for cash
Couple racks on your head
Can't fuck with that smooth criminal
But you know how this shit can go
Niggas tellin' on they best friend
So pitiful (It's tricky)
Yeah, this shit get critical
Said my mind is racin', yeah
I'm off the shit's
Why these niggas be hatin'? yeah
Ain't that a bitch?
Know my life so brazy, yeah, it got me sick
Know my life so brazy, yeah, it got me sick
Know my mind is racin', yeah
I'm off the shit's
Why these niggas be hatin'? yeah
Ain't that a bitch?
Know my life so crazy, yeah
This shit is trip
Know my life so crazy, yeah
This shit is trip
Slide on 'em, put some shells on 'em
NFL on 'em, burner in the sleeve on 'em
Pop up, put bales on 'em
Wassi residue on 'em we got so close on 'em
Some of my niggas breathe on 'em
Party all night, so used to nightlife
I'm the type of nigga that
Make you look right (Look right)
I'm the type of nigga that
Make you look twice (Twice)
Ain't fuckin' with a nigga
Better have your toolpipe
I'm with the stain man, bunch of free backs
Free back need some bands in my big bag
I'm with my lil' man and all
He do is shoot things, shoot things
Caught a body, now he a new lad
My nigga shoe stuck
Coolin' with my block bruhs
Watts gang, never really dippin' Cutlass
We got the drugs, huh? Go get the jump, huh?
Go get the glizzer, coolin' with my hitter
(Huh, huh)
Said my mind is racin', yeah
I'm off the shit's
Why these niggas be hatin'? yeah
Ain't that a bitch?
Know my life so brazy, yeah, it got me sick
Know my life so brazy, yeah, it got me sick
Know my mind is racin', yeah
I'm off the shit's
Why these niggas be hatin'? yeah
Ain't that a bitch?
Know my life so crazy, yeah
This shit is trip
Know my life so crazy, yeah
This shit is trip
I'm off the shit's
Why these niggas be hatin'? yeah
ain't that a bitch?
Know my life so brazy, huh? It got me sick
Half my niggas is gone, homie
We used to be thick
We took an L with Vail and
Lug locked in a cell
I swear life for a street nigga gotta be hell
But fuck it
Came a long way from trappin' out the bando
If Ram needs somethin'
Do anything he ask for
(What you need, nigga?)
Like put it on the line, slip my mask on
(Huh) police knockin' at the door
But the strap gone (Huh)
But it should never come to that
'Cause I got niggas ridin' with
Me that'll bust for cash
Couple racks on your head
Can't fuck with that smooth criminal
But you know how this shit can go
Niggas tellin' on they best friend
So pitiful (It's tricky)
Yeah, this shit get critical
Said my mind is racin', yeah
I'm off the shit's
Why these niggas be hatin'? yeah
Ain't that a bitch?
Know my life so brazy, yeah, it got me sick
Know my life so brazy, yeah, it got me sick
Know my mind is racin', yeah
I'm off the shit's
Why these niggas be hatin'? yeah
Ain't that a bitch?
Know my life so crazy, yeah
This shit is trip
Know my life so crazy, yeah
This shit is trip
Slide on 'em, put some shells on 'em
NFL on 'em, burner in the sleeve on 'em
Pop up, put bales on 'em
Wassi residue on 'em we got so close on 'em
Some of my niggas breathe on 'em
Party all night, so used to nightlife
I'm the type of nigga that
Make you look right (Look right)
I'm the type of nigga that
Make you look twice (Twice)
Ain't fuckin' with a nigga
Better have your toolpipe
I'm with the stain man, bunch of free backs
Free back need some bands in my big bag
I'm with my lil' man and all
He do is shoot things, shoot things
Caught a body, now he a new lad
My nigga shoe stuck
Coolin' with my block bruhs
Watts gang, never really dippin' Cutlass
We got the drugs, huh? Go get the jump, huh?
Go get the glizzer, coolin' with my hitter
(Huh, huh)
Said my mind is racin', yeah
I'm off the shit's
Why these niggas be hatin'? yeah
Ain't that a bitch?
Know my life so brazy, yeah, it got me sick
Know my life so brazy, yeah, it got me sick
Know my mind is racin', yeah
I'm off the shit's
Why these niggas be hatin'? yeah
Ain't that a bitch?
Know my life so crazy, yeah
This shit is trip
Know my life so crazy, yeah
This shit is trip