Ayy, I'm off the go, I'm off the jump, I'm off the dome, I'm off the rip

I'm off the motherfuckin' words up inside my head, let me stack my brain, get rich

I'm off the pills, I'm off the sip, I'm off the drugs that feel like shit

Talk to my demons, I got repercussions, they usin' my soul and my energy, shit

I don't kick it, let's it stacks, and some profit off a bit

I'ma send a pussy back, if she never sucking dick

I can't deal with how you act, mane you spoiled as a bitch

I've been dreamin' that me and my dogs are up

Did you know that you can't be a part of us

I'm not one just to talk, best to run it up

Okay, did you know about the times that I stepped up outta the surface, bruh

Right there, lil' bitch, gimme c-notes

Okay, don't matter where I end up

I shoot my paint through the window

You make zero sense and then end flawed

Okay, they walk back, now I'm up fifth

Fuck a office, bitch, I mop this

They just talkin' do this often

I've been chillin' in stackin' gold, hold up

Like, fuck that, how did I know you ain't with that

Brittle, I break you like Kit Kat

You a lil' boy, you a rugrat

All of these people, they talkin' so much

Harsh on myself, I ain't filled no luck

Hard my feelings, I never like love

You better know that this boutta get buck

Okay

I'm off the go, I'm off the jump

I'm off the dome, I'm off the rip

I'm off the motherfuckin' words up inside my head

Let me stack my bread and get rich

I'm off the pills, I'm off the sip

I'm off the drugs that feel like shit

Talk to my demons, I got repercussions

They usin' my soul and my energy, shit

I don't kick it, less it stacks and profit off a bit

I'ma send a pussy back, if she never sucking dick

I can't deal with how you act, mane, you spoiled as a bitch

I been dreamin' that me and my dawgs are up

Did you know that you can't be a part of us

I'm not one just to talk, best to Run it up

Okay, did you know about the times that I stepped up outta the surface, bruh

Right there, lil' bitch, gimme c-notes

Okay, don't matter where I end up

I shot my through the window, you make zero sense and then end flawed

Okay, they walk back, now I'm up fifth

Fuck a office, bitch, I'm mopped this

They just talkin' do this often

I been chillin' and stackin' gold, hold up

Like, fuck that, how did I know you ain't with that

Brittle , I break you like Kit Kat

You a lil' boy, you a rug rat

All of these people, they talkin' so much

Harsh on myself, I ain't feelin' no luck

Hard on my feelings, I never like love

You better know that this boutta get bucked

Okay