Offline (feat. Dré Six)

(Hmm, mmm, mmm)

Be offline without this line, I wish I could

Countless nights, I had to grind, stuck in the hood

Days and nights, still racking miles to get me paid

Car or bike, either way that's A to B

Foot down in the C63 (hmm, mmm)

Would of thought the feds chasing me (on me)

Top speed, still rarsing weed (I smoke)

Popped down, I swear it can't be me (hmm, mmm)

Money talk, I speak fluently (fluently)

Uptown with a flicky on me (on me)

Cause I can't be lacking (mmm, mmm)

Money and vibes, on the stove I double 28

I get mine (I get mine)

Tell me, can you say the same?

I got white (I got white)

That's TT or flake

Hit my line (Hit my line)

I'm tryna get paid (hmm, mmm)

Be offline without this line, I wish I could

Countless nights, I had to grind, stuck in the hood

Days and nights, still racking miles to get me paid

Car or bike, either way that's A to B

For gwoup, I hit shots

One in the back and one in the front

More grub, I load up

If I slip and lack, then I'm gone

Paranoid, careful what I say

Don't you know, they wanna know the case

Fiend, they fiening, so I'm serving food

Fiend, they fiening, out this coupe

I ain't leaving, leaving, without my dough

You dreaming, or bleeding, it's up to you

Be offline without this line, I wish I could

Countless nights, I had to grind, stuck in the hood

Days and nights, still racking miles to get me paid

Car or bike, either way that's A to B