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Going Off Video (MV)




Performed By: GHB Speedy
Length: 2:10
Written by: Venzelle Antoine




GHB Speedy - Going Off Lyrics




Bitch I'm grounded ten toes so i ain't got time to play
Like you stressin get this smoke any time of the day
Say you ain't fraud but you ain't real so what you tryna say
Could look and see you can't talk to me any kinda way
Don't f*ck around some of my dawgs get excited by murder
You want beef heat up ya grill I'll turn you to a burger
I don't cater with this 40 buss ya like a server
I beg your pardon this here loud so I ain't even heard ya
Wasting time ain't talkin money I don't wanna hear ya
Even with no f*ckin features still applyin pressure
She at ya crib but tellin me that I should come and get her
I might sound green I'll charge her gas and scoop her in a Tesla
She being extra I don't text her cause she do to much
I ain't a blood but I be in the cut
I'll give a lot of things but I don't give a f*ck
I done did a lot of shit but I ain't did enough
I be goin hard and I don't be poppin viagra
Run it up everyday all day bih I got hella stamina
She pulled up I'm the shit she should've brought a pamper
Niggas out here foldin like clothes man get em a hamper
Waitin for them to free my nigga blacks
You hit my line you tryna cop and I don't know you bitch you gettin taxed
That runnin In I ain't got time for that
You just a pussy with a strap bih you a dyke who don't know how to act
YEAAA bih that be me
Realist nigga in the city ask yo momma bet she know bout me
Be going off but I don't be sayin much
Told that bitch don't even bother to come over if she ain't tryna f*ck
I be greasin while you missin her
You blowin up her phone I blow her back out like a cylinder
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Bitch I'm grounded ten toes so i ain't got time to play
Like you stressin get this smoke any time of the day
Say you ain't fraud but you ain't real so what you tryna say
Could look and see you can't talk to me any kinda way
Don't f*ck around some of my dawgs get excited by murder
You want beef heat up ya grill I'll turn you to a burger
I don't cater with this 40 buss ya like a server
I beg your pardon this here loud so I ain't even heard ya
Wasting time ain't talkin money I don't wanna hear ya
Even with no f*ckin features still applyin pressure
She at ya crib but tellin me that I should come and get her
I might sound green I'll charge her gas and scoop her in a Tesla
She being extra I don't text her cause she do to much
I ain't a blood but I be in the cut
I'll give a lot of things but I don't give a f*ck
I done did a lot of shit but I ain't did enough
I be goin hard and I don't be poppin viagra
Run it up everyday all day bih I got hella stamina
She pulled up I'm the shit she should've brought a pamper
Niggas out here foldin like clothes man get em a hamper
Waitin for them to free my nigga blacks
You hit my line you tryna cop and I don't know you bitch you gettin taxed
That runnin In I ain't got time for that
You just a pussy with a strap bih you a dyke who don't know how to act
YEAAA bih that be me
Realist nigga in the city ask yo momma bet she know bout me
Be going off but I don't be sayin much
Told that bitch don't even bother to come over if she ain't tryna f*ck
I be greasin while you missin her
You blowin up her phone I blow her back out like a cylinder
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Writer: Venzelle Antoine
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