🎵 OFF THE LOT REMIX // by Che

25 ContributorsOFF THE LOT REMIX Lyrics [Part I] [Verse 1] M-My niggas rockin' that Prada, Prada (Mix it up) You can get killed for a dollar, dollar Give a fuck what you said, I'm like, "Rada-Rada" Yeah, and that nigga got popped like a Perc' Get put on a tee, now what size is yo' shirt? I'ma get rich, yeah, I feel like 50 Brand new bitch, she keep wearin' Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci' I'ma get rich, P. Diddy Bad lil' hoe, just give me that kitty If a nigga get shot, then he look like Ricky (Yeah) And my niggas gon' level up I might ride in that Benz or the Tonka truck Sippin' purple, that icky, that doublе cup And my niggas, we made a wave I said, "Fuck thеm niggas, they'll die if they play" B-Bitch, I put that on my grave I'm a smart-ass nigga, I ain't failing my grades W-W-W-Whole lotta lean, yeah, whole lotta Wock' I'm in LA, where the sun don't stop Bitch, I might cop me a drop Nigga run up and he, uh, might get popped Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop I swear, niggas not as real as me, man Real shit, man, forreal [Part II] [Chorus] Young nigga, blick 'em (Uh) Silly rabbit, you can't trick me (Uh) Three Glocks, nigga, so picky And I told my niggas, I gotta go get 'em (Yeah) My niggas shoot like Dirk, talkin' Nowitzki [Post-Chorus] You know my cup too pissy And look at your bitch, she miss me I told her to hit it, can't give her no dick, 'cause I'm busy I ain't talkin' no Yeat, yeah that's twizzy Your bitch said she hot dog, nigga, I'll give her the glizzy Fuck a bitch, talk about Biggie Lil' twizzy gon' spin on his block, like a motherfuckin' fidget Lil' nigga run, I ain't talkin' for President Taliban, bitch, we takin' your residence And I swear my lil' broad, she came from heaven, man [Verse 2] Run up, gon' blick him, make sure you hit him I tote my rocket, the clip, it's gon' dick him Look at my attire, it's Rick and some denim Look at my whip, bitch, the windows are tinted Don't go and comment and post your opinions She gon' get slayed, she swear that I'm sinnin' We don't cop matching fits but I swear that we twinnin' [Chorus] Young nigga, blick 'em (Uh) Silly rabbit, you can't trick me (Uh) Three Glocks, nigga, so picky And I told my niggas, I gotta go get 'em (Yeah) My niggas shoot like Dirk, talkin' Nowitzki [Verse 3] She ain't had no bread, so I paid for her titties Texako, my bitches strip in the city And I walk in the club, I don't got my blicky I don't got my— "We really up, on God" [Post-Chorus] I ain't talkin' no Yeat, yeah that's twizzy Your bitch said she hot dog, nigga, I'll give her the glizzy Fuck a bitch, talk about Biggie Lil' twizzy gon' spin on his block, like a motherfuckin' fidget Lil' nigga run, I ain't talkin' for President Taliban, bitch, we takin' your residence And I swear my lil' broad, she came from heaven, man [Outro] Runner gon' blick him, XD gon' hit him