OFF DAT SHIT (FREESTYLE)

Put on ya light Put a light inna di air if you know clean an yuh team clean (Submissive) It's a wrap, throw bags, now I chill in the back Come from rags, made a stack in my sleep, look at that Bitch, I'm still very real, need a meal Can I chill? Can I chill? Can I chill? Do you mean it? What's the truth? I don't care what you do 'Cause I'm him, that's on me, I won't boast, but it's true Can we chill? Where you at? Let me tell you how I feel Which is hell, what's the time? Watch it sit with a shine If you real, you would say it, but you don't 'cause you playin' I don't fuck with that nigga, he was shady to my friend Hear me say you want it bad, but that don't mean a damn thing Bitches want a bag and these niggas want a damn chain Fuck it, I'ma ride, and you can't say nada Let 'em go, rah-rah, you a joke, ha-ha 'Cause I'm up, and you sick, I'm the shit and you pissed I don't drink cognac, but I'm drunk off that shit Yeah, I'm drunk off that shit, yeah, I'm drunk off that shit Yeah, I'm drunk off that shit, high as fuck off that shit Yeah, I'm drunk off that shit, yeah, I'm drunk off that shit High as fuck off that shit Yeah, I'm drunk off that shit, off that