Off Dat

[Verse 1] I'm high and my home girl tryna kick it Like two ninjas getting new slippers on Christmas In a craddle of wrapping paper I was born gifted A grounded person though a nigga all kind lifted I'm on the road I done seen all kinda bitches, when I come home My girl acting all kinda suspicious, but won't leave me 'lone All she want is a little attention, is that so wrong? So I said I be back in a minute but she know I won't I'm partially caught up in the game My name constantly being brought up, they throwin slangs These hoes putting me under the scope, that's aim I know I reverse that, she going in her purse church mane I'm throwback I take it where it was at first mane That live nigga rap, Wings on that B I'm sitting in the back, I got your bitch mine Her head in my lap, I'm twisting up that lime [Hook] My chain way heavy, my weed way smelly Wood wheels in my Chevy, ain't shit that you can tell me I'm counting up my fetti, I'm ignoring my celly Them hoes all on me, but I'm off that already now [Verse 2] We can take it back to Air Max 95, if you wan start acting like you live Jive asses was never outside, I seen it first hand Minimal dirt on my fingers was the game plan Now it's ten thousand dollar bank bands, Jet Life it pays man Underground rap, put a big house on top that land They said I wouldn't do it now they understand that I had already done it Coulda been a super radio smash, but I didn't want it I rather play the cut stay 100, papered up in a opera house Sneaking bong hits until they put us out [Hook]