Bad Lucc - f** It Off lyrics

p**y n***a try me if you wanna We open fire on your corner Beef, you know you don't want it Better go on with all that bologna Boy you flaw and you phoney I'm as real as it gets Your homie soft and he p**y I'd rather chill with his b**h Finna set it off in this b**h, set it off in this b**h Double breasted Smith n' Wesson to set it off in this b**h Set it off in this b**h, set it off in this b**h Double breasted Smith n' Wesson to set it off in this b**h Shout of them n***as On the frontlines with them yoppas AOP my n***a, play me on a 1 I call them knockas Money by the bag and f** your jug I get it mando Daddy never sleeping when I'm creeping It's extendo Hanging out the roof I yell my city Then I flex up Me and Problem gonna check up Everything from the neck-up My dealer Stony, and he next up Skinny n***a hold that tec up Beef with me, that sh** messed up Put 50 shots where you rest up Down a** n***a go ape sh** 30 inch on that space sh** Big boy don't say sh** Got Little n***as don't play sh** Hundred k on your people To make you n***as look see-through Bad Lucc is the preview Tear sh** down what we do p**y n***a try me if you wanna We open fire on your corner Beef, you know you don't want it Better go on with all that bologna Boy you flaw and you phoney I'm as real as it gets Your homie soft and he p**y I'd rather chill with his b**h Finna set it off in this b**h, set it off in this b**h Double breasted Smith n' Wesson to set it off in this b**h Set it off in this b**h, set it off in this b**h Double breasted Smith n' Wesson to set it off in this b**h While I took over the city n***as wonderin' how we did it Married to the grind, you only shine if you committed Overlook your kind I don't got time for nothing kiddy Got soldiers like lieutenants That knock logos off of fitted's Be that guy, go 'head be that guy Fire in that eye, soldier fly Bla bla bla, say hi to Allah f** these marks, n***a f** these marks I decide your fate Young n***a acting like a G, old drug dealers hate That ain't real n***a That ain't real n***a And your squad ain't one real n***a, ain't one real n***a On my mom, 'cause if it was They woulda told your a** about f**in' with me though Don't ever mention Mike with Tito He ain't on my level boy