Off The Muscle Lyrics by DJ BOOKER & NLE Choppa
(Pipe that *** up, TnT)
Ayy, Sean John drip when I walk in the porch
NLE, Top Shotta, Don Dada, ayy
(Cook that *** up, Quay)
Ayy, ayy, Cook that *** up, Quay
I let my *** ain’t even know this where he be
(Yeah, yeah) *** you too now
(Tahj Money)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Sean John drip when I walk in the porch, house so big that it look like a porch
Smack him the pistol, *** *** you dork (Brrt, brrt)
*** ass *** you are not out of porch
Give him a grave, my *** gon’ dig it
Put the lean in my cup and you know I’ma sip it
***, I’m gone of this .30, I think that I’m trippin’
I’m so *** in this ***, I thought my heart was my kidney
Your ***, they ***, they coming up missin’ (Ayy)
My chopper got .50, I shoot till it’s empty (Ayy)
This *** here a fully, you totin’ a semi (Ayy)
I’m countin’ up commas, completin’ my sentence (Ayy)
The way that I’m livin’, pop out in your city
She suck on my balls while I grip on her ***
He say he gon’ *** me, your *** like Ricky
You gon’ sound like a waitress, we leave him tips
Keep them sticks up like them blind folks
Say I’m a ***, you lyin’, ***
But so we slide, 30 shots up at these nine, ***
Want me to kick it? Got no time, ***
But you can suck it anytime
Pull it out and skewed on her face I made her eyes closed
Wokhard in the cup, *** hit like Rocky
You can’t do the picture with a ***, you won’t scare nobody
I ain’t even wanna do it, but I caught another body
Bad ***, go to old me, she a hidden talent
*** in the ***, I just popped another rock (Ooh)
Didn’t mean to say that, don’t tell nobody (Ayy)
*** up in the hospital, *** on the doctor (Ayy)
I was up in heat, now even TG’s a lost cause (Ayy)
Who gon’ stop me? They say I’m a Top Shotta (Ayy)
Shot him, shot the friend, now the body on top of him (Ayy)
Hunnid some shots, it’s demolition, ***, I’m a polisher
Shot in the mouth, he was hollerin’ (Brrt)
A *** about ***, my Tyler, bullet, they swallow him (Brrt)
He eatin’ the bullets, lil ***, you got it
We give him a moolah, like [?]
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I’m late for my show, cause [?]
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If you get in the business, I’ma shoot your nose
If a *** want beef, I’ma *** your bro
Baby Mexico with the Pope, Vamanos
Don’t need to open his leg, all of ’em blow
***, I’m ridin’ this beat, you signin’ my blood
I’m fresh out the dirt, but I’m sippin’ on mood
I just call me a lack, I’ma put it on two
My brother, he blood, but I’m callin’ him Cuz
Had to C-walk, dump my clip, cause I did my dirt for Crip
Them niggas, they said we dipped
How we run when we upped off the hip
And y’all was the niggas that was doin’ them flips
Shot him in his neck, but it came out his lips
For all of the opps, this *** here a PSA
Shoot you for real, I might go to the NBA
While the poet, I scuffle my Jack and my Delfin
You think we gon’ scuffle? I pop bean like a bottle
You scatter your niggas, my niggas, my brothers
If one of ’em gon’ cross me, on God, I’m gon’ bust
NLE, the Top Shotta
Got the bombs like AL-Qaeda
*** play, swear to God gon’ be ***, on God
*** you, ***