V Don - Off The Land lyrics

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V Don - Off The Land lyrics

[Intro: $ha Hef] Once again it's on Ah Back at it [Verse 1: $ha Hef] [?] in my cuticles Just left another funeral Corner is my office, I can't post up in no cubicle Sell it, I can't tell it, you ain't from it, I can't do to you Shootouts every other, ain't engaging in computer feuds s** on a n***a, s** the clip Don't know who you f**ing with Hit a lick, we tucked the b**h She s**ed me then she bust a script She love me, I don't trust a b**h AR with the rubber grip Try me, get his mother hit You be on some lover sh** I be on some other sh** That's just how the streets made me Grew up in my mother house Let her tell 'em the streets raised me Glizzy with the ladder I squeeze it if even she play me Let a n***a earn on his block, as long as he pay me Plug doin' whole sale, caught 'em like Odell Told 'em that I won't fail, trappin' out the hotel [Hook] We was taught to get it off the land All my n***as get it off the grams Get it hand-to-hand I been with my n***as since the sand All my n***as get it hand-to-hand We get it off the land [Verse 2: $ha Hef] Tap a n***a pockets for the f** of it Been on a lotta sh** But never catch me on no s**a sh** Can't even trust myself, how can I trust a b**h Talk a lotta coke, but I can tell you never touched a brick Smokin' on some sh** nobody smokin' in my whole state Used to break it down but now we sellin' 'em the whole Plate Once she say she love then I'm tellin' her to hold weight Let her touch the work and now she sniffin' up the whole Plate If trappin' was a sport, then I'd be number 1, All-state Pull up just to serve yo' a** a brick, it was all fake Fiends say my last batch was fire, it was all base Don't to my last 3 zips and it was all shake Rip brought it all back, flip to a tall stack Look, get your girl snatched Flinch get your skull blapped [Hook] We was taught to get it off the land All my n***as get it off the grams Get it hand-to-hand I been with my n***as since the sand All my n***as get it hand-to-hand We get it off the land [Verse 3: Marc Mavri¢k] Yeah, I ain't with no s**a sh** D's rush the crib, sh** know I'm flushin' sh** Ain't tryna see the cuffs, I'm out here crushin' sh** I'm gettin' frequent calls, why would I duck a b**h Lijah like I'm all E, you don't really know me f** you if you owe me I don't need no [codeine?] Crook heads if you cross me Had 'em billies swarm B I don't even g**n n***as know I slang thang n***as know these nuts hang So they keep they mouth shut I don't even tote guns n***as know my clouts up Says she wanna get down Told her put that mouth up If a n***a get knocked She gon' put that house up Black bean, [burnt guts?] You should know I curve s*uts Out here servin' cold cuts 'Til a n***a blows up [Hook] We was taught to get it off the land All my n***as get it off the grams Get it hand-to-hand I been with my n***as since the sand All my n***as get it hand-to-hand We get it off the land