a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

drill the grid (off the grid remix) - rotorial lyrics

[chorus: kanye west]
we off the grid, grid, grid, grid
this for my kid, kid, kid
everything we did for the crib did here
flexin’ with the business trip
going cray, take some g6
lit, lit, ’76
he spit this
we off the grid, grid, grid

[verse 1: chief keef & dj scream]
how much he got? i’m gone though
tell that n*gga call my phone though
come through beating 30’s like some congo’s
this n*gga better hope my gun broke
i need a pint how much you want though?
he better want 6hunchoz
i got pulled over doing a huncho
off a hundred blunts pockets filled of hunchoz (hoodrich, b*tch)
i’m off the dope, i’m out in public
walk in the mall like f*ck it
i buy everything i wanna
’cause i rеmember when i couldn’t
wеll now i got them hunchoz
money long, like rapunzel hair
you think you got them hunchoz
believe me boy, you don’t even want to go there
glock 17 so rare
shoot your ass dead, in your ear
come through blowin’ sh*t down, conair
i’m goin’ crazy like my auntie sonya
[verse 2: pop smoke]
she like the way that i dance
she like the way that i move
she like the way that i rock
she like the way that i woo
and she let it clap for a n*gga
(she let it clap for a n*gga)
and she throw it back for a n*gga
(yeah, she throw it back for a n*gga)
when i walk in the spot, thirty on me
buy out the club, n*ggas know that i’m paid
b*tch, i’m a thot, get me lit
i can’t f*ck with these n*ggas ’cause n*ggas is g*y
all on my page suckin’ d*ck
all in my comments and screamin’ my name
while i’m in the club, throwin’ them hundreds and fifties and ones and ones
pop smoke, they know i’m wildin’
if i’m on the island, i’m sn*tchin’ the cell
brody got locked, denied his bail
until he free, i’m raisin’ h*ll
tell my shooters call me facetime
for all the times we had to face time
free d*nice, he doin’ state time
if you need the glizzy, you could take mine

[chorus: kanye west]
we off the grid, grid, grid
this for my kid, kid, kid
everything we did for the crib did here
flexin’ with the business trip
going cray, take some g6 (ah)
lit, lit, ’76
he split lids, then ask for shade, tsk*tsk*tsk
take this trip, trip, trip, this, this
this, this, this, this
you all still lit, lit, lit
i’m off the grid, grid, grid, grid
off the grid, grid, grid, grid
[verse 3: kanye west]
first, it go viral, then they get digital
then they get critical, no, i’m not doin’ no interview
mask on my face, you can’t see what i’m finna do
had to move away from people that’s miserable
don’t wanna link you, i ain’t finna sit with you
ain’t finna talk to you, ain’t finna get with you
don’t get me mad ’cause i don’t wanna injure you
she put my paintings inside of her living room
look at the problems and issues i’m livin’ through
they tryna drown me, i rise to my pinnacle
walked through the block like the neighborhood general
drop me the lo’ and then that’s where i send it to
i was forgettin’ you, now i remember, now i remember
did what i want and i say what i want
and i thought you was with me, like how you get sensitive?
i got this god power, that’s my leverages
i got this holy water, that’s my beverages
i gotta help myself out of selfishness
i just bought a floor out of selfridges
i gotta make sure they know who they messin’ with
i gotta tell ’em “sorry,” they too delicate
i gotta stay with god where the blessings is
i ain’t deliverin’ heavenly messages just for the h*ll of it
don’t try to test me, i keep it clean, but it can get messy
i talk to god every day, that’s my bestie
they playin’ soccer in my backyard, i think i see messi
and this money could never neglect me
i pray that my family, they never resent me
and she fell in love with me soon she met me
we both got a bag but my bag is more heavy
we had to stop countin’, it’s gettin’ too petty
you not a real stepper, you can’t overstep me
just sit back and listen and watch how he bless me
he wait ’til i fall and then pull up and catch me
your check is too small, you can’t run up and check me
nah, nah, i get ’em fast, see
you feel a way, then go pull up and get me
might do somethin’ wild if i feel like you press me
nah, i get ’em fast, see
you feel a way, then go pull up and get me
might do somethin’ wild if i feel like you press me
[verse 4: fivio foreign]
yeah, look, when i was in jail, i was lowkey (uh)
shout out to supporters that wrote me
eat food, work out and then go sleep
you know i’m prayin’, he carryin’ both feet (yeah)
**** know we got god with us (god with us)
you look at me and see a god figure (uh)
and when i start vibin’, i know that he with me
and i’ma always catch a hard shiver (uh)
i know it’s demons in that dark liquor (uh)
we buy a bottle and squash with ya (uh)
everybody turn into a harsh ****
but my pockets bigger and my heart richer (uh)
my mind smarter, my grind harder (skrr)
and my car quicker (skrrt)
i met her in church, she pray for me
she my god*sister (she my god*sister, yeah)
i’m only trustin’ the people i keep close
**** sellin’ they soul for a repost
remember when i was broke, wearin’ cheap coats
now it’s diamonds and houses and c notes (uh)
****, i’m feelin’ marvelous (i’m feelin’ marvelous)
who let the monster loose? (who let the monster loose? huh)
they call me a product of my environment (uh)
i tell them, “nah, i’m what god produced” (baow)
defense good, and them guards can shoot (baow)
i put ’em on you, it get hard to move
tattoo in my face is the mark of truth
gotta watch what you say when they market you (huh)
i already predicted this (i already predicted this, huh)
y’all only witnessed it (y’all only witnessed it)
look, got a couple old friends that i’m not really cl!ckin’ with
i know they pray that we settle our differences
i pray that they lower all my **** sentences
i got some demons i’m not even dealin’ with
they in they feelings, i’m not really feelin’ it
and i know some members that gave back they membership
****, you switched up, huh, like how you not feelin’ me?
look, i act like i care, but i don’t really care
now i live in a new buildin’ with amenities
i got a new ceilin’ with a chimney
i got a few **** wanna finish me
i don’t get too friendly with the enemy
you gotta move different when you in the industry, woo, yeah
you gotta move different when you in the industry, huh
you gotta move different when you in the, look
god blessed me with amazing grace (uh)
she fell in love with my day to day (uh)
i just want my problems to fade away (uh)
man, i’m tired of ****, i need gatorade
boy, i got on my feet and i made a name
and i made it a necklace, huh
when you from the bottom and you workin’ hard
just to get to the top, then they gotta respect it
if you got a voice, then you gotta project it
if you got a wrong, then you gotta correct it
if you got a name, then you gotta protect it
if you give me shock, then you gotta electric (woo)
tryna live a new life, so i got a new plan that i gotta finesse with (look, yeah)
’cause they want me to lose, they ain’t part of the woos
i been tryin’ so hard not to move reckless

[verse 5: lil tjay]
i’ma make something from nothin’
you tried to say you was there but you wasn’t (you wasn’t)
i would’ve gave you a kid, we was rushin’ (rushin’)
sleepin’ with n*ggas, i swear it’s disgustin’ (disgustin’)
b*tch, now you broke, where the paper you touchin’?
i could be grimy and f*ck with your cousin (with your cousin)
but nah, i’ma just focus on me, yeah, that’s rappin’ and sh*t (rappin’ and sh*t)
time to get money and laugh at the b*tch (and laugh at the b*tch)
and i swear i worked hard, had to practice for this (practice)
i be the type to assassin a b*tch (assassin)
i remember the time when i was clappin’ your sh*t (clappin’)
with your archin’ your back on my mattress and sh*t (on my mattress and sh*t)
and i’ma get money regardless (regardless)
you a part of the reason i’m heartless (i’m heartless)
now it’s time to throw money at starlet’s (at starlet’s)
and these other lil’ n*ggas is garbage (they garbage)
you weren’t there, i was fightin’ my charges
i was stuck in that jail for a year long
i was treatin’ you like you my real jawn
and you throwin’ no money for bail bond
but i’m still goin’, still flowin’
run up on me and i’m still blowin’
(baby, baby, baby, no)

[verse 6: polo g]
uh, spent the lil’ bag on these maison margielas, walk in the bank, i’m withdrawin’ whatever
“need like a m,” what i told to the teller, ‘member was trappin’ no matter the weather
talkin’ my sh*t ’cause i been doin’ better, glock with a stick, we ain’t grippin’ berettas
them murderers lit, we too turnt forever, surgical sh*t, we’ll get you together (uh)
i make a call, them k!llers en route, we been lampin’, it ain’t hard to figure you out
tracy campin’ outside of that lil’ n*gga house, doin’ damage, them hollows keep hittin’ his scalp
1300 the gang, and i put us on the map, come and see what my n*ggas about
we don’t f*ck with no lames, b*tches don’t come to the telly to f*ck, then we kickin’ ’em out
but ’cause polo my name

[verse 7: king von]
von too fly, won’t box nothin’
b*tch, you high, go top somethin’
rollin’ off the pills, got a n*gga wanna pop somethin’
i’m too hot, they like “king von, drop somethin'”
what you want? a song? or a opp? or somethin’?
caught his ass lackin’, couldn’t make the summer
he be workin’ packs, he ain’t makin’ nothin’
n*gga too ugly, he ain’t f*ckin’, he be takin’ somethin’
i got hot sh*lls, not burritos
i load ’em and shoot ’em like free throw
i crash the car dozing off on this zeko
rap sh*t easy like i got the cheat code
i got a mexican freak ho
her brother the plug, chico
out like the jacksons, tito
and if you want smoke just let me know
i tote a glock not a ruger, all my n*ggas smoke tooka
and i my [?] eatin’ steaks with the shooter
hundred k on a chain, yeah, me and booka
betta not tweak, i’m stupid, use your head don’t lose it
12 years old when i stole me a buick
i was too young, i ain’t know how to use it, d*mn
“ayy, king von, just drop somethin'”, call dq, go pop somethin’
opps outside make a n*gga wanna mop somethin’
you k!lled what? ayy, p*ssy n*gga stop frontin’
see, i’m up in here with the stretchers
we stackin’ up bodies like tetris
get the f*ck up off my phone talkin’ reckless
he got hit in his sh*t, bet he got the message

[outro: king von]
yeah, yeah
you know what the f*ck goin’ on, n*gga
king von, boss tee know what the f*ck goin’ on n*gga (the f*ck goin’ on, n*gga)
yeah, yeah
stretch gang sh*t, n*gga
what? (bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)

- rotorial lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular