Goin' Off Video (MV)

Motherf*ckers goin' off, got the sauce huh Got the hoes on my link, just like a sausage
Got the bitches in the comments, start a fight club up
Pour the lean in the Sprite, gettin' brighter, brighter
Off the f*ckin' bean, and she wanna link up, huh

Bitch, I just did some coke, and I'm bout to pull up
Got the wellers in my cup, ice, and she poured up
Shouldnt ate that shroom bar, now the club slowed up
Smokin', chillin' with the gang, till the boys pulled up

Had to run, jump a fence, cause I'm dangerous
At the house on the porch, we know you won't pull up
Wanna show pops the life, but we sad and turned up
In the jail, I earned my stripes, bitch, you ain't pulled none

When or lose had to fight, bitch, you can't hoe me
Now I'm smokin', livin' life, and you lookin' 43
Walk up, got a knife, huh, bitch, give me everything
Barely walkin', see the lights, hope someone cherish me

Runnin' with some murderas can't tell we in the streets
Got that Draco on my side, we don't play about a thing
When your bitch come to ride, she say brass, got that thing
Got that dirt on my ride, I'm in the woods with my heat

Homie said he finna slide, I ain't worried bout a thing
Steven finna up the Glock like it's 2016
Tatted across the f*ckin' chest, it's a day-to-day thing
Bout to get my head tatted like im motherf*ckin' caskey

Hoes in my lane trash', and they tryna pass me
Man your whole career, whack ask and we laughin'
Buy them fake views up, I'm independent networkin
When I'm off the clock at work, I'm sittin', chillin', rappin

Only talk about my life, no reason to be cappin
They shot at me, they pulled a knife, so I'm chillin', dappin
Runnin' plays on the game, hut, like it's Madden
Your dude left without his heat, boy, you can't be lackin

Everybody got a beam, Ohio, we be packin
Got hit up, outta seat, oh my God, what happened
Bitches go from blood to crips when these gangs start draftin
Tryna add the cost up, but it's just not mathin

Sold that boy a bag, my bad, I had to wax him
Thought I'm in the mob, how I had to whack him
Lyrik, gotta smoke some shake, lyrik, finna slap him
Fear ain't in the picture, no, it ain't a factor

Ate the whole shroom bar, now I'm dyin', laughin
Hoppin' on the four-wheeler, hit the hill, I'm maxin
Think you movin' fast, no, I'm movin' faster
Bitch a down hoe, she know I'm a master

We all drinkin' THC, pour it in a Fanta
Ridin' through the town like meech rollin' through Atlanta
Ho, you a fat bitch, remindin' me of Santa
Goin' off on this beat, bitch, you know I answer