Moxas - Offit Lyrics

Lyrics Offit - Moxas




Yuh, yuh, ayy, yuh, yuh, what?
Yuh, ayy, ayy, what?
Yuh, what? Yuh, ayy, ayy, huh?
Ayy, yuh, what? Okay, yuh, ayy, what?
Yuh, yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy
Bitch, I'm off it, uh (Huh?)
I got a stick like golfin', uh (Huh?)
I do a show, get racks and then
I gotta dip, no talkin', uh
I got the drip like salsin', uh (Uh-huh)
I might put 'em in a coffin, uh
I got a bitch in my office, uh
She make it clap, she applause and uh
Yeah, bitches wan' hate on me
Lately, I got a stick on me, mmm (So, fucker, I got a stick on me)
Fuck nigga talkin' that I think he saw like infinity
Bitch, I be hoppin' the energy
Honestly, y'all are weak, y'all are victim
When I'm audibly bodyin' competition
She got wobbly, wobbly, got me trippin'
Niggas gotta see, gotta be crucifixin' with 'em
Mmm, ayy, huh?
What, huh? Yuh, ayy, bitch
You ain't talkin' money then I do not speak yo' language
This shit doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, I do not gotta aim shit
I don't fuck with these hoes 'cause these hoes basic
Yeah, okay
Thinkin' 'bout a hater in the death bed today
I don't give a fuck about a nigga that be talkin'
All the bullshit, I'ma hit him with a TEC anyways
Onomatopoeia when she ah-ooh-ah-eeh-ah-ooh-ah, give neck anyways
Hold up, wait a minute, told 'em that I'm 'bout to run
It back, I know I gotta get me some respect anyways, yuh
Bitch, I'm off it, uh (Ayy)
I got a stick like golfin', uh (Yuh)
I do a show, get racks and then
I gotta dip, no talkin', uh
I got the drip like salsin', uh (Yuh)
I might put 'em in a coffin, uh (Yuh, yuh)
I got a bitch in my office, uh (Ayy)
She make it clap, she applause and uh
I got some hoes in my office, I'm gonna
Pick like a locket, stop it, mmm (Yeah)
I got a album, I got it, you will be lucky if I ever drop it, mmm
Bitch, I'm too hot like the topic, I might
Go take my lil' bitch to the tropics, mmm
Beyoncé, my belt is flawless, Louis on me, I'ma flaunt it, got it
My little bitch is so gothic, I will not
Ever come down, I'm too fly like a rocket
Bitch, I am twisted like Bop It, she talk to me like
A bop it, I smack her face like I pop it, mmm (Ow)
Yeah, with my dick, you better stop it
Only time I'm makin' hits is when I'm on the track, I'ma rock it
She on my leash, not a doggy, yuh, ayy, uh
Spit it like dental, I'm in the whip, it's a rental
I do not rap with a pencil, I just un-ban and I snap like a pencil
I got a lot on my mental, I think a lot 'cause I'm mental
I know the future, memento, I beat a beat, won't be gentle
None of my shit accidental, my flow is so elemental, ayy, uh
Bitch, I'm off it, uh
I got a stick like golfin', uh
I do a show, get racks and then
I gotta dip, no talkin', uh
I got the drip like salsin', uh (Yuh)
I might put 'em in a coffin, uh (Yuh, yuh)
I got a bitch in my office, uh (Ayy)
She make it clap, she applause and uh



Writer(s): Maximillian Malone


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