Figg Panamera - f**ing Off lyrics

[Hook: Gucci Mane] She call my phone talkin' 'bout I'm f**ing off, but she pro'ly the one that's f**ing off Don't call my phone talkin' 'bout I'm f**ing off, when you the one that's pro'ly f**ing off She call me talkin' 'bout I'm f**ing off, but she the one that's pro'ly f**ing off Don't call my phone talkin' 'bout I'm f**ing off, cause you the one that's pro'ly f**ing off [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] At K.O.D., 50 I'm f**ing off It's me, Birdman, Weezy, Scooter and Ross Now my girl said that I can't come to the house, she let me in but made me sleep straight on the couch Man I stay outta town, man I go in and out Yo' friends they stay in our business, they need to hush, I'm out Bank account pregnant again, we need a bigger house I'm making euros I might put 'em in a Swiss account [Verse 2: Young Greatness] My girl still trippin', I said, "What's wrong wit' you?" I told her I'm wit' Gucci tryna bus'-a-move She think I'm here wit' Nicki, I say, "Girl you lyin'" Cause I just got my potatoes and them chickens frying [Hook] [Verse 3: Figg Panamera] I know that you f**ing off, girl I know you messy You got on that rachet sh** cause you gettin' dressy Dressed up for nothin' cause you hit my phone All yo' partners rachet, all of them give dome All of them be smokin', all of them be ridin' All of them be doin' trains, you know they be collidin' Me and my n***a smokin' in the back of the valley slidin' So I seen another b**h, and I told her, "Let's ride" Damn she don't got no weed, she don't got no fit on tight, and she ain't got her weave She don't understand this boy right here be 'bout his steez So I told her hit them streets, then she understood me [Hook]