Bryce Hase, wifisfuneral - Off The Planet lyrics
[Bryce Hase, wifisfuneral - Off The Planet lyrics]
Mhm, yuh, ayy ayy, hol' up
Last night, I took a trip off the planet
I know that the drugs doin' damage
Got money to blow, I don't panic
In the polo, the hoes on some fast shit
So I don't care, yeah, this shit mean nothing
Life's not fair, yeah, so much fuck shit
Two thots on me, see my heart on me
(Ayy, yuh, ayy)
Moonrocks, two Glocks, pull up to the party
(Uh, ayy, hol' up)
I say we should spin the block
Just like he owe us somethin'
Bad bitch done fucked me for a Birkin
I don't owe her nothin' i say
"Fuck this rap shit if it's
Back to this trap shit"
I make a brick turn out ten like it's magic
I almost broke my fuckin' wrist just
To remix out a brick
Ayy, fuck 12, they ain't see shit
That's why my bank account on thick
Meanwhile, you fuck 'round with them jit's
Show my double cup too much
Tell me who to trust
My diamonds don't clusterfuck
Little bitches up
Gat sized when I'm talkin' trust
I smoke this gus, okay, my mind raisin'
Time shiftin'
Time takin', I can't take no high taker
I'm too high lately
I'm too lockjaw and I'm not patient
Baby, fuck with me
I got plug numbers settle num's like
Put some trust on me
What's the word? Would you come
And fuck with the kid?
Like, bitch, I'm up 50
This shit just make no sense
My niggas posted with them sticks outside
No protesters
Last night, I took a trip off the planet
I know that the drugs doin' damage
Got money to blow, I don't panic
In the polo, the hoes on some fast shit
So I don't care, yeah, this shit mean nothing
Life's not fair, yeah, so much fuck shit
Two thots on me, see my heart on me
Moonrocks, two Glocks, pull up to the party
Hol' up
Last night, I took a trip off the planet
I know that the drugs doin' damage
Got money to blow, I don't panic
In the polo, the hoes on some fast shit
So I don't care, yeah, this shit mean nothing
Life's not fair, yeah, so much fuck shit
Two thots on me, see my heart on me
(Ayy, yuh, ayy)
Moonrocks, two Glocks, pull up to the party
(Uh, ayy, hol' up)
I say we should spin the block
Just like he owe us somethin'
Bad bitch done fucked me for a Birkin
I don't owe her nothin' i say
"Fuck this rap shit if it's
Back to this trap shit"
I make a brick turn out ten like it's magic
I almost broke my fuckin' wrist just
To remix out a brick
Ayy, fuck 12, they ain't see shit
That's why my bank account on thick
Meanwhile, you fuck 'round with them jit's
Show my double cup too much
Tell me who to trust
My diamonds don't clusterfuck
Little bitches up
Gat sized when I'm talkin' trust
I smoke this gus, okay, my mind raisin'
Time shiftin'
Time takin', I can't take no high taker
I'm too high lately
I'm too lockjaw and I'm not patient
Baby, fuck with me
I got plug numbers settle num's like
Put some trust on me
What's the word? Would you come
And fuck with the kid?
Like, bitch, I'm up 50
This shit just make no sense
My niggas posted with them sticks outside
No protesters
Last night, I took a trip off the planet
I know that the drugs doin' damage
Got money to blow, I don't panic
In the polo, the hoes on some fast shit
So I don't care, yeah, this shit mean nothing
Life's not fair, yeah, so much fuck shit
Two thots on me, see my heart on me
Moonrocks, two Glocks, pull up to the party
Hol' up