ZOTiYAC - Off Ya Feet lyrics

These niggas be like the bitches
Tell 'em quit being they bitches
How they keep losing they riches
While I keep on doing these digit's

Young nigga just hit the killswitch
Forgot the tooly, pull up and drill shit
He on the fuck shit, he get the buck shit
I walk around with the stick
On that puck shit he think this shit sweet
Who is he fuck 'round and get sweeped
Off ya feet he think this shit sweet
Who is he fuck 'round and get sweeped
Off ya feet

And don't try to get up
Or get with us, Tec-9 ripping yo shit up
Me take yo ho out to dinner
That happened never
I'd rather float in the river
I meet the plug up in vistas, I gotta a Visa
I'm finna run all his shit up
You niggas smoke on gorilla, I smoke on chiba
I'm finna show you Matilda
If we know the addy, ain't nobody safe
Chop yo body in two like my name Bobby Flay
Beam on my gun like a ray, bitch
Make suryou disintegrate
I got this you blind in the face
Don't you blink for a second
Yo bitch get a grave
Give you a magazine, call that Eastbay
That boy gon' get, he get in my way

40 Glock all on my waist like a belt
I need a M nigga fuck an L
Got the HP and it came through the mail
He catch a shell for moving like a snail
Nigga get nailed fucking wit 12
Fuck all that talk
We gon' slide like a rail
I'm finna do a walk-up by myself
Think he a demon, I send him to Hell
Dance wit the devil, I'm rocking the Ps
Give him one shot, he gon' drop to his knees
We tell the plug then we copping them P
Ayy let me see dat and then it's on me
Don't fuck with surface
Don't fuck with public service
I squeeze if I see you in person
With the G shit put not fuckin' wit Gursen

I see you lurkin', the shotty emergin'
I up that muhfucka, yo body be jerking
When I am done you will not see the surgeon
No ID, he don't look like the same person
Don't try me if you see me, act allergic
Be on alert, fuck nigga we purgin'
Glock 43 on me like Kendrick Perkins
You cross the line you get sent to the nurses
I cross the line like I'm Julius Erving
Lean with the illegal tooly, I'm swervin'
Two-liter in me and now my stomach hurtin'
You leavin wit gang and
She fuckin' for certain
That lil bitch be squirtin'
Legs open up like a curtain
Fuck boy better practice his sermon
Or boy you'll be the one burning

Bitch I'm a blessing
I do not really like questions
I cannot go for no lesson
I'm always totin' a weapon
Fuck what you pressin'
I'm finna press him like Weston
He gettin' checked like detective
Bando gon' whip out the FN

Young nigga just hit the killswitch
Forgot the tooly, pull up and drill shit
He on the fuck shit, he get the buck shit
I walk around with the stick
On that puck shit he think this shit sweet
Who is he fuck 'round and get sweeped
Off ya feet he think this shit sweet
Who is he fuck 'round and get sweeped
Off ya feet