Off The Court (with Polo G & Einer Bankz)

(Tuned Up)
(Ayo, Sheff)

My lil' nigga shoot shit on and off the court like Ja Morant
Got the lo' and like "Ring Around the Ro'," my nigga spinned
Heard he died and took a shit
Nasty ass left with a stench
Get a nigga drenched
Heard his ass got sat down like a bench

And the Glock don't straddle no fists, and this bitch go both ways (this bitch go both)
Treat the Glizzy like Lil Baby, I waved his bitch like, "Hey" (grrt)
I don't usually respond to niggas dissin', I wait 'til we bump
Switch up on a Glock, make bullets spread, this bitch shoot like a pump (freh, freh)
We roll all our opps up in a 'Wood
What's-his-name a blunt (Ayy, what's-his), what's-his-name a strain
Heard he got chased and you ran on yo' mans (I heard you)

We lay niggas down for dissin' us, watch the shit you Tweet (watch the shit you Tweet)
Think he got Benadryl in the chop' how it make niggas sleep (shh)
It make niggas nap
It make niggas go to bed for real (uh-huh)
Last opp tried to run, almost made it, but he trip and fell (come on)

My lil' nigga shoot shit on and off the court like Ja Morant
Got the lo' and like "Ring Around the Ro'," my nigga spinned
Heard he died and took a shit
Nasty ass left with a stench
Get a nigga drenched
Heard his ass got sat down like a bench

Pull up, spin, hop out the car
He try to run, he ain't gettin' too far
Walk down on him, "Grrah, grrah", I got my stick in the club like Ja
Fuck nigga tweak in this bitch, hollows eatin' this shit, yeah, I'm bound to open his head

We throw up Bs, bitch, lil' foenem keep lettin' off rounds, we only see red
Go-go, green light, they won't frontline on these nights
We catch a nigga in traffic, a shot to his top from the left make him lean right
Light bill high from all these switches, red dot him, my beam bright
It ain't shit to ball these bitches, I show a hoe what my team like

Lil' bro just told me he wanna go kill, so I gotta coach him to step-one
Aim for his face when you blowin' the steel to make sure you really gon' catch some
When you sit down with the law, don't squeal, just close your mouth when that test come
Lawyers and bond money, I spent a mill', so foenem', they ain't gotta stress none, gang

My lil' nigga shoot shit on and off the court like Ja Morant
Got the lo' and like "Ring Around the Ro'," my nigga spinned
Heard he died and took a shit
Nasty ass left with a stench
Get a nigga drenched
Heard his ass got sat down like a bench

Made niggas smoke, swing the door, hop out and we scope (hop out and we scope)
Hop out and we shoot, we won't stop spinnin' 'til we catch some more (no cap)
We won't stop bendin' blocks 'til we catch opps and get our licks back
Bullets hit his gut, he tightened up, he got a six-pack (bah)
Nigga doin' all that dick suckin' on the 'net got his bitch cracked (huh?)

Don't send them lil' niggas over here, it's gon' be a mismatch (gon' be a mismatch)
I fire niggas up, lay niggas down, call me a babysitter (what up?)
This bitch swallow kids, fuck abortion, bitch a baby killer (what the fuck?)
Bitch a soul taker, nut chaser, whole dick facer (shit)
She a real muncher, head huncho, real dick taster (real)
I catch me a opp, he gettin' laced up like a shoe (for real)
I'm like Taylor Jenkins, I call the plays, my nigga shoot (grrt)

My lil' nigga shoot shit on and off the court like Ja Morant
Got the lo' and like "Ring Around the Ro'," my nigga spinned
Heard he died and took a shit
Nasty ass left with a stench
Get a nigga drenched
Heard his ass got sat down like a bench

My lil' nigga shoot shit on and off the court like Ja Morant
Got the lo' and like "Ring Around the Ro'," my nigga spinned
Heard he died and took a shit
Nasty ass left with a stench
Get a nigga drenched
Heard his ass got sat down like a bench



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Writer(s): Spencer Harris, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur
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