Come Off Dat

[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo] Bloody bodies in the yard like a zombie apocalypse The Walking Dead I'm so so scared And I don't know how to get up out this bitch As I creep these ghetto streets looking for a feast Some may bleed cause my eyes are red Hail Mary me Look up at the sky Nigga it's do or diz-ie I did not make up the rules I don't wanna lose my cool, don't be playin' when shit hits the fan Better drop it off and then strip me on demand This be that gangsta music, that make the bitches lose it But it's all good cause I grew up on that hood shit Started out at 14 when I joined the Triple Six Bitches be hating cause' we be so paid and it's Hard not to kill all you pussy hoes hatin' the hollerin' be hardly the One not do it not claim I'll kill you but it's nothin' to it! [Hook] Just come off of dat paper bitch Just come of dat paper bitch I put that pistol to your temple Just come of dat paper bitch Just come of dat paper bitch [Verse 2: BeatKing] Club God back up in this bitch On that Mysic Stylez shit RIP Lord Infamous Enter this mind of this lunatic Straight out the H Where they chop And they screw that shit up Vampin' with your slut She told me that she gon' fuck and go suck We rape 'em out then kicked her out my truck I'm gon' pick your bitch up Thuggin' with my C3 niggas [?] Chillin' in VIP and let that bitch hit the weed, then she get off her man Northside nigga, roll with that trigger Of safety looking for jackers If you a bad bitch then you wanna rape me If you a broke nigga then you hate me Niggas they wanna T the R the why thinking I'm [?] The essence why Imma catch these niggas slippin' The AR lift 'em up of their feet, they defeat C3E run the streets Bitch don't move or you get your ass beat with the heat [Hook]