Teejayrarii , Maxostiff - DON’T FALL OFF

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[verse 1: maxostiff] Okay Spillin' the sauce and he passed me the pack, so you know this your boy from the mosh He talkin' down on the brim, no, this ain't what you want 'cause your ass finna fall off Thinkin' i'm dolo when i go to pick up the pack, but it's me and my sawed off Nigga ain't playin' with toys, i been tellin' your boy, "no, this ain't what you want" I keep that shit on the low, and if you ain't know, they call me maxostiff You can catch me in the trackhawk chillin', relaxin', i'm twistin' a backwood and shit I been had to take that route, put in that work, i been had to pass that stick Now i'm just peepin' how all of these niggas move and that shit is so waggity-wack, wiggity-wack I put my all in this music and i put the ten in the clip and i clickity-clack I just pulled up on your bitch, i ain't talk to her much, i just told her to give me the gat And they was doin' it first and now kbg came in the game and these niggas is last You pussy niggas the worst in the world, take that shit off yo story, yo music is trash (*yeah, yeah, yeah*) [chorus: teejayrarii] Shit was crazy, but i made it out, now i'm in a different league Got a new bag and my bands up, these niggas can't fuck with me A hundred bands on a hundred enemies Fuck it, i want me a m I called up all of my friends, bought the family and we goin' straight to the roof Twenty whole bands for the case, lawyer got rid of them charges, they ain’t have no proof I can't believe that they counted me out, i got god on my back, how the fuck can i lose? bitches gon' switch up for sure, when you get you some money, them niggas get jealous 16, ain't had shit, 18, i had turned to a muhfuckin' menace [verse 2: cheski] We stackin' up this fuckin' cheese like confetti, can't run in the house, you ain't ready We blazin' the opps, spillage got some spaghetti Back to back, know we shoot at his headpiece One of the jakes, we got drama, we winnin' this race like obama Can't fuck that hoe, on my mama Speak on my name, we got problems Call it a sec’, if it hit, then i swear we got commas All of my niggas some bosses, no gossips Beat him up, now we run in his pockets Caution, my drip, this shit wet like a faucet Run it up, now we makin' that profit Gang in this bitch, gon' slide in a q17, send three shots at his bnb Gotta pick up the pack and get straight to the p's, kbg runnin' this beat [verse 3: $antan] We finna blow on that bih like a creep Og blush seven pack, he call it reef Smokin' strong and cut, no sativa Designer drugs on me, i'm up off a leaf I'm sprayin' the paper like pb&j If he talkin' down, then he meetin' the gang Go tit for tat, we ain't talkin' 'bout k We gon' punch his ass out, put his ass in his place Left his ass on the floor, now that nigga at grace Dark shit on me, i'm feelin' like face Grim reaper on me, hit his ass with a wraith If she givin' the wop, bitch, i need it today Got no king in the eye, i don't got time to play Kbg business, ain't talkin' no ppp Bakery boys, we ain't touchin' no cbd I'm feelin' real foggy, so fuck nigga leave Off the addy, so i ain't gettin' no sleep Kbg business, what's with it, they peak [chorus: teejayrarii] Shit was crazy, but i made it out, now i'm in a different league Got a new bag and my bands up, these niggas can't fuck with me A hundred bands on a hundred enemies Fuck it, i want me a m I called up all of my friends, bought the family and we goin' straight to the roof Twenty whole bands for the case, lawyer got rid of them charges, they ain’t have no proof I can't believe that they counted me out, i got god on my back, how the fuck can i lose? bitches gon' switch up for sure, when you get you some money, them niggas get jealous 16, ain't had shit, 18, i had turned to a muhfuckin' menace
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