OFF DAT SHIT (FREESTYLE)

Put on ya light

Put a light inna di air if you know clean an yuh team clean

(Submissive)

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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