Beatking - Come Off Dat lyrics

[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo] Bloody bodies in the yard like a zombie apocalypse The Walking Dead I'm so so scared And I don't know how to get up out this b**h As I creep these ghetto streets looking for a feast Some may bleed cause my eyes are red Hail Mary me Look up at the sky n***a it's do or diz-ie I did not make up the rules I don't wanna lose my cool, don't be playin' when sh** hits the fan Better drop it off and then strip me on demand This be that gangsta music, that make the b**hes lose it But it's all good cause I grew up on that hood sh** Started out at 14 when I joined the Triple Six b**hes be hating cause' we be so paid and it's Hard not to k** all you p**y hoes hatin' the hollerin' be hardly the One not do it not claim I'll k** you but it's nothin' to it! [Hook] Just come off of dat paper b**h Just come of dat paper b**h I put that pistol to your temple Just come of dat paper b**h Just come of dat paper b**h [Verse 2: BeatKing] Club God back up in this b**h On that Mysic Stylez sh** RIP Lord Infamous Enter this mind of this lunatic Straight out the H Where they chop And they screw that sh** up Vampin' with your s*ut She told me that she gon' f** and go s** We rape 'em out then kicked her out my truck I'm gon' pick your b**h up Thuggin' with my C3 n***as [?] Chillin' in VIP and let that b**h hit the weed, then she get off her man Northside n***a, roll with that trigger Of safety looking for jackers If you a bad b**h then you wanna rape me If you a broke n***a then you hate me n***as they wanna T the R the why thinking I'm [?] The essence why Imma catch these n***as slippin' The AR lift 'em up of their feet, they defeat C3E run the streets b**h don't move or you get your a** beat with the heat [Hook]