CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : F-Off Dat

DJ Escomoe Ci–

Smoke good gas (Gas), might cough that (That)
Move good work (Work), that south pack (Yeah)
Gotta off that (Yeah), gotta off that (Yeah)
Gotta off that (Yeah, skrrt), gotta off that (Yeah)
Gotta off that (Yeah), gotta off that (Yeah)
Gotta off that, then relapse (Yeah)

This ain't no 48, this that new, new skin (New, new)
Go hit you with a moshpit on the stage, f**k around lose a tooth, yeah, yeah (Turn it up, turn it up)
She give me that mouth on the stage, she ain't even use no tooth, yeah, yeah (Oh my God)
She give me that box on the stage, I had to get no room, yeah, yeah (Oh my God)
Chrome Hearts, my sh*t cold like perfume, yeah, yeah
Racin' stripes, now my 'Rarri, this gon' swoom, yeah, yeah
In the kitchen, whip it up just like the stu', yeah, yeah (Woo)
b*t*h I'm stuck, I'm just geeked to the moon, yeah, yeah (To the moon)
Shoot it up, then them boys better move, yeah, yeah (Better move)
Tiffany, blue diamonds hit just like the pool, yeah, yeah (The pool)
Lots of pink diamonds, sh*t done changed my mood, yeah, yeah (Woo)
Wearing Gucci shoes ever since I was in school, yeah, yeah (I was in school)
Stuffed up n***a now, I had to go buy them Loubs, yeah, yeah (Woo)
All them opps scurrin', yeah, yeah
Better shoot like Steph Curry, yeah, yeah
Gettin' Bur-burberry, yeah, yeah
Gettin' Bur-burberry, yeah, yeah (Bur-burberry)
Don't leave me like thirsty, yeah, yeah (Leave me like thirsty)
Ain't no way you can swerve me, yeah, yeah (Ain't no way, woo)