Came off the block I just got me bands
Louis Vuitton's came a long way from Vans
Ran to the top where the millions at
Hanging with shooters, they whippin' them cats
Too much money for T.S.A
Just hit a B.O.A
You gotta ship me the racks
Picking up Wockhardt from CVS
Got the Glock in the rental
Got one in the head
Damn I'm switching the flow up
I was at the bottom I'm 'bout to go up
Who got a bottle yeah I'm tryna pour up
They act like they with me but they do not know us
I was distracted I'm back on my shit had to focus
Tap in we got the racks and the motion
Backends bigger then waves in the ocean
Mac 10s, FNs, this fully loaded
Stacking this shit 'til I can't no more
I ain't asking for favors I'm letting it go
I ain't better but I'm doing better fa'sho
I'm tempted but I can't be checking the score
I got leverage I started this shit way before
Send a message I probably won't ever respond
Put a check on my arm I ain't regular nah
Can't be hanging with regulars I don't belong
These niggas can't come round don't belong here
Trap spot hella guns and we got the bombs there
Sum ain't come yet it's another strong year
And you know a nigga ain't done I ain't even start yet
Nigga know how we get down around my way
Nigga know these pounds get gone I hit 'em with the shake
Oh okay
They don't like how I look these days
Niggas better get in the game
Cause everybody get killed the same
Niggas don't feel my pain
Can't feel my chain
You gon' feel the flame
I see the way these niggas going and it all end the same
Bro and them still on dog shit we need more feens
I ran up some dog shit you smell it on me
Masked up killers around but baby they my homies
If the police knew what we had tucked they'd call the army
See one finger and my thumb with a Rollie on me
Throw up the L's and I take off get going going
Came off the block I just got me bands
Louis Vuitton's came a long way from Vans
Ran to the top where the millions at
Hanging with shooters, they whippin' them cats
Too much money for T.S.A
Just hit a B.O.A
You gotta ship me the racks
Picking up Wockhardt from CVS
Got the Glock in the rental
Got one in the head
Onlystr8up - Off The Block (feat. OTR Chaz) Lyrics
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Came off the block I just got me bands
Louis Vuitton's came a long way from Vans
Ran to the top where the millions at
Hanging with shooters, they whippin' them cats
Too much money for T.S.A
Just hit a B.O.A
You gotta ship me the racks
Picking up Wockhardt from CVS
Got the Glock in the rental
Got one in the head
Damn I'm switching the flow up
I was at the bottom I'm 'bout to go up
Who got a bottle yeah I'm tryna pour up
They act like they with me but they do not know us
I was distracted I'm back on my shit had to focus
Tap in we got the racks and the motion
Backends bigger then waves in the ocean
Mac 10s, FNs, this fully loaded
Stacking this shit 'til I can't no more
I ain't asking for favors I'm letting it go
I ain't better but I'm doing better fa'sho
I'm tempted but I can't be checking the score
I got leverage I started this shit way before
Send a message I probably won't ever respond
Put a check on my arm I ain't regular nah
Can't be hanging with regulars I don't belong
These niggas can't come round don't belong here
Trap spot hella guns and we got the bombs there
Sum ain't come yet it's another strong year
And you know a nigga ain't done I ain't even start yet
Nigga know how we get down around my way
Nigga know these pounds get gone I hit 'em with the shake
Oh okay
They don't like how I look these days
Niggas better get in the game
Cause everybody get killed the same
Niggas don't feel my pain
Can't feel my chain
You gon' feel the flame
I see the way these niggas going and it all end the same
Bro and them still on dog shit we need more feens
I ran up some dog shit you smell it on me
Masked up killers around but baby they my homies
If the police knew what we had tucked they'd call the army
See one finger and my thumb with a Rollie on me
Throw up the L's and I take off get going going
Came off the block I just got me bands
Louis Vuitton's came a long way from Vans
Ran to the top where the millions at
Hanging with shooters, they whippin' them cats
Too much money for T.S.A
Just hit a B.O.A
You gotta ship me the racks
Picking up Wockhardt from CVS
Got the Glock in the rental
Got one in the head
Louis Vuitton's came a long way from Vans
Ran to the top where the millions at
Hanging with shooters, they whippin' them cats
Too much money for T.S.A
Just hit a B.O.A
You gotta ship me the racks
Picking up Wockhardt from CVS
Got the Glock in the rental
Got one in the head
Damn I'm switching the flow up
I was at the bottom I'm 'bout to go up
Who got a bottle yeah I'm tryna pour up
They act like they with me but they do not know us
I was distracted I'm back on my shit had to focus
Tap in we got the racks and the motion
Backends bigger then waves in the ocean
Mac 10s, FNs, this fully loaded
Stacking this shit 'til I can't no more
I ain't asking for favors I'm letting it go
I ain't better but I'm doing better fa'sho
I'm tempted but I can't be checking the score
I got leverage I started this shit way before
Send a message I probably won't ever respond
Put a check on my arm I ain't regular nah
Can't be hanging with regulars I don't belong
These niggas can't come round don't belong here
Trap spot hella guns and we got the bombs there
Sum ain't come yet it's another strong year
And you know a nigga ain't done I ain't even start yet
Nigga know how we get down around my way
Nigga know these pounds get gone I hit 'em with the shake
Oh okay
They don't like how I look these days
Niggas better get in the game
Cause everybody get killed the same
Niggas don't feel my pain
Can't feel my chain
You gon' feel the flame
I see the way these niggas going and it all end the same
Bro and them still on dog shit we need more feens
I ran up some dog shit you smell it on me
Masked up killers around but baby they my homies
If the police knew what we had tucked they'd call the army
See one finger and my thumb with a Rollie on me
Throw up the L's and I take off get going going
Came off the block I just got me bands
Louis Vuitton's came a long way from Vans
Ran to the top where the millions at
Hanging with shooters, they whippin' them cats
Too much money for T.S.A
Just hit a B.O.A
You gotta ship me the racks
Picking up Wockhardt from CVS
Got the Glock in the rental
Got one in the head
Writer: Shane Portner, OTR Chaz
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid