Off The Books

Hypothetically my rhymes could never be the death of me
That’s why these niggas and bitches
And as they try to get the best of me
Over the phone and on the street tryna kick it to me
Telling me some thing but I pay it so listen see
Quay dash ain’t none of these bitches

That try to be all in ya business
I got things to do – like do my makeup
And worry about my fitness
I try to ignore these motherfuckers but
These bicth ass niggas keep coming around
Tryna fuck my luck up

Never stuck up – but I’m bitchy on any occasion
Go and get my nails done real pretty by plenty of asians
And I kepp two niggas
With dark brown cue figures
Body real tight them don’t be loving the crew niggas
You keeps a ugly bitch by your
Side while I’m cruisin around with
My dude in a pretty ride rolling blunts inside
Doing what we do getting high til the day we die and

Just bounce that shit
All of my pretty bitches just bounce that shit
Guys with big dicks and enough
Chips to make these hoes bounce that shit
Now here I’am chilling in the 212
I got my shawty by my side and my two live krew
Making noise waking the hood fuck they gon do?
I got my man by my side and bout 2 guns too
Who am I muthafucka I’m the queen of the undergound

Exotic black bitch the way about a hundred pounds
Sit on yous man’s face while his toes touch the ground
Have his baby mama saying who dat making fuckin sounds
Cause I’m about that life fucking niggas
In the dark cause I don’t like lights
Yous a weak ass hoe I heard you lost tha fight
Yous mucthafucka so you took that bite

How these faggots tryna talk when they pants too tight
Asshole so sore you got fucked that night
I don’t really dig your presence get out my sight
And I’ll see you in november when you book that flight
Nw relax most of these bitches is straight wack
You can get shit – while you laying on ya back
I attack that super ninja combat
Shooting at you muthafuckas like bap bap take that
I’m badder than you
These little hoes they think they
Pretty and these hoes ain’t really cute