Off Deez lyrics
GangstaJ.I.D, whoa shit, whoa shit, whoa shitChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoneyPlease, please
Get off my dick, get off my dick.40 my hip, loadin’ my clipCannabis, cannabis, roll up my spliffHannibal, Hannibal, look what I didEdible, edible, got the munchiesBut I got the bungees, I’ma jump off this shipBut I bet he get whipped with the pistol gripNigga talkin’ that shit, now I’m talkin’ my shitGet off my dick, get off my dick.40 my hip, loadin’ my clipCannabis, cannabis, roll up my spliffHannibal, Hannibal, look what I didEdible, edible, got the munchiesBut I got the bungees, I’ma jump off this shipBut I bet he get whipped with the pistol gripNigga talkin’ that shit, now I’m talkin’ my shit (Whoa, okay)
East Atlanta playboy
Don’t got much to say, boyCradle to the grave, and it’s been like that since a slave, boyIt ain’t shit to pull up, pick the fucking tool upScreaming hallelujah, pushing daisies and some tulips (Hi guys, hi, hi, hi)Itty bitty bitch, niggas in the city with it, pull up with a stickThirty with the dickSeen you in a minute, nigga, put you in cementAnybody get a nigga, anybody getShouts to the Chi’, nigga poppin’ this shitGot the drop in your crib, in the spot where you liveIf you talking that shit, nigga, stop itI’m a God, I’m a king, I’m a giantNigga not trying, .40 my sideEastside guy, but I been worldwideD.I.Y, T.I.Y, I’ma try, I’ma die for what I believe inWe like to feast and I try to eat, edible meatI am not an animal, a beastRiding with the hammer on the seat (Oh)Shotgun, shotgun, hand on my heatBad man, bad man, land of my freedomNigga get life, let the white folks beOnline beef, not my motif.45 me, ta-ta, go sleepDon’t mind little old me, lil’ OGJ.I.D, I came in on the boat, seeMay I be the cold nigga with the most heatNiggas know bro, you don’t know me
Get off my dick, get off my dick
.40 my hip, loadin’ my clipCannabis, cannabis, roll up my spliffHannibal, Hannibal, look what I didEdible, edible, got the munchiesBut I got the bungees, I’ma jump off this shipBut I bet he get whipped with the pistol gripNigga talkin’ that shit, now I’m talkin’ my shitGet off my dick, get off my dick.40 my hip, loadin’ my clipCannabis, cannabis, roll up my spliffHannibal, Hannibal, look what I didEdible, edible, got the munchiesBut I got the bungees, I’ma jump off this ship (Hey)But I bet he get whipped with the pistol grip (Okay, okay)Nigga talkin’ that shit, now I’m talkin’ my shit (Okay, okay, okay)
Legend out the 2-6 (Whoa)Y’all know who the truth is (Whoa)Crazy like a movie by that nigga Stanley Kubrick (Whoa)Perfect time to pop up (Whoa)Wet you like the hot tub (Whoa)Clean up Aisle 7, damn somebody gettin’ mopped up (Whoa)Pull up on the block, eeny, meeny, miny, moeYou and every nigga that you know is getting poppedFuckin’ with a nigga, ass sitting in the boxTryna sneak diss, then I’m pickin’ up the GlockI squeeze this, they be pickin’ up the topStyles, Sheek, Kiss, yeah, I’m pickin’ all the locksPickin’ on a nigga way bigger, then I gotBigger than the nigga that was Kindergarten CopTerminator shit, I’m a robotWith the chrome .45 that most don’t gotOne false move, get your moto shotTurn a nigga whip to a photo opClick, click, click, and the flows don’t stop‘Til I got more cream than Cold Stone gotLike a boatload, nigga I’ma float on top‘Til the grass don’t grow and the wind don’t blowAnd the po-po don’t kill niggas no moreI bought a thirty round extendoIf a nigga wanna duck, then I’m playing Duck HuntIn real life, not on NintendoLooking out the window like Malcolm X with the rifleClimb the steps up the EiffelBarely broke a bead of sweat, whoaMany hope to be the best, ohCannot fuck with me just yet, thoughJ.I.D the closest thing to meC’est la vie, my vocal range puttingBlood stains on Notre Dame hoodiesHello fiends, I brought Novocaine plus dopamineYou can load your veins with the product I slangNiggas gon’ honor my name, boy, I’m a God in this gameY’all niggas homonyms, sounding the sameNot in my lane so I can’t complainMe and Ben Frank got a damn good thing goin’ onWay more than a random flingCole and J.I.D with a tandem, niggas can’t stand ’emGot a new anthem, look at my whipSlit on my wrist, suicide, suicide doors on my Phantom
Get off my dick, get off my dick
.40 my hip, loadin’ my clipCannabis, cannabis, roll up my spliffHannibal, Hannibal, look what I didEdible, edible, got the munchiesBut I got the bungees, I’ma jump off this shipBut I bet he get whipped with the pistol gripNigga talkin’ that shit, now I’m talkin’ my shit
Get off my dick (Yeah)Get off my dick (Whoa)Get off my dick (Yeah)Get off my dick (Whoa)Get off my dick (Yeah)Get off my dick (Yeah)Get off my dick (Yeah)Get off my dick (Yeah)Get off my dick (Whoa)Get off my dick (Uh)Get off my dick (Yeah)Get off my dick (Get off my)Get off my dick (Yeah)Get off my dick (Whoa)Get off my dick (Yeah)Get off my dick (Whoa)Okay (Sucka!)Something special, J.I.D, Cole, DramaDreamville (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)