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Last thing I recall was I was turned up with the DJ
Pat shot, another pat shot, passed out for like three days
Woke up to an orgy, like "poor me" and I couldn't look
Came to my senses, got naked, it was off the hook
I took uppers in the attic, downers in the basement
Fell into the sheet rock, left the wall with my face print
But don't trip cause it ain't shit, I keep a doctor on speed dial
Xannies in my back pocket and Adderall in my weed pile
Yeah I'm off the hook, try again later, scratch surface, thin layer
Speak backwards, sin prayer, I'm rayer, John Mayer
City on lock like I'm mayor, with a bomb drop bet I'm there
Trigger finger cocked, respond flare, A.K.A. your mom's slayer
Tryna hit me up, wondering where the party at
Must be out or into something, better call me back
You flipping shit on me, now what the fuck is up with that?
Don't be so hypersensitive, could have a heart attack
Somebody call the EMS, what they need is an EKG
Gotta get 'em on the line for the good time, party looking D-E-A-D
Checkin' one two, double check from
The MIDI west where they bang beats
It be coming off the chain, I put it on the books
Better ask around, shit was off the hook
Let me hop in, cause I got them off top when it come to the choppin'
Spin 'em in a hot wind, in the pocket when I clock in
And there ain't no other option, cause
I rhyme sick and y'all high pitched
Sounding like shit or like first gear
With the gas down and that's not the look
Ces off the hook is y'all worst fear
Now the world hears that I won't stop
But I can't stop, I can't quit now
Got girls here in that same spot with they tank tops and they tits out
Had a daydream that we made out and then made off, you got dicked down
I swear to God if I squint hard it's like Baywatch in this bitch now
I, runnin' with the main boss, another day off, I'm like which town?
I gotta sit down, I stay coughin', my Jane Boss and my piff loud
And I, smoke it on stage, I don't give a fuck if it's allowed
Light up your blunt, that's if you're
Proud, four hands up when I hit the crowd
See some they pay and some they don't
Some complain and some they boast
Some people really do things and others saying some they wrote
Double dutchin', saying nothin', fuckin' playin', jumpin' rope
My shit bumpin' type amazin', find your way, your compass broke
Hold up, hello?
Tryna hit me up, wondering where the party at
Must be out or into something, better call me back
You flipping shit on me, now what the fuck is up with that?
Don't be so hypersensitive, could have a heart attack
Somebody call the EMS, what they need is an EKG
Gotta get 'em on the line for the good time, party looking D-E-A-D
Checkin' one two, double check from
The MIDI west where they bang beats
It be coming off the chain, I put it on the books
Better ask around, shit was off the hook
I was just minding my business, I wasn't in it
I don't know what happened dog, I was sipping Jackie D
And next thing I know they offended
Hold up just give me a minute
Admit that I was drinking like I was chasing a pendant
They gave me a shot of Patron, a shot of Crown and Hennessy
Don't make no sense to me, I don't
Know what the fuck has gotten into me
Niggas buggin' trying to make me their enemy
Nothing compared to trying to drain my energy
Fuck what you doing, Joey Cool an entity
Ain't slowing down and I ain't showing sympathy
We ain't related homie, you ain't kin to me
Amateur hour, you gotta be kidding me
Look at me dog, your girl probably into me
You don't want problems, well it'll be, it'll be curtain calls
And that's night night, off the hook like that dial tone
Got me feeling like fight night, make a path for them wild ones
I'm like hold up, nigga hold up, which one of y'all finna roll up?
Cause this bitch ain't finna be popping
Here until me and my crew come showing up
A nigga off the chain, off the wall, off the ropes, ho off the hook
We get looked at an awful lot, and your ass just get awful looks
That's the shit that I'm talking 'bout
They like "Coolie man, you just wrong, bruh"
Get used to this dope shit, cause that's that shit I'm known for
Tryna hit me up, wondering where the party at
Must be out or into something, better call me back
You flipping shit on me, now what the fuck is up with that?
Don't be so hypersensitive, could have a heart attack
Somebody call the EMS, what they need is an EKG
Gotta get 'em on the line for the good time, party looking D-E-A-D
Checkin' one two, double check from
The MIDI west where they bang beats
It be coming off the chain, I put it on the books
Better ask around, shit was off the hook