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off the e - stotle lyrics

[intro]
brelly, brelly, brelly
you back at it again, huh?
yea

[hook]
i’m off the e
i’m really rappin’ bout just what i see
ain’t nothin’ special it’s just so it
gas always boofin’
i need some degree (gas always boofin’)
i said i agree
i’m walkin’ down and i pull on my ski
thought he had gas, yeah i sold him grass
that n*gga stupid, he took it too fast

[verse 1]
breakin’ his bone, now he need a cast
she callin’ my phone, and what did she ask?
if you going out, why you need a mask?
i’m plannin’ and plottin
n*gga outsmarted connectin’ and dottin’
hate me now, but when i’m rich
you got an itch and i’ll f*ck on your b*tch
you got a glitch and you need a fix
he talkin’ sh*t and we pull up with sticks
my n*gga kt
only n*gga that you seein’ with me
back in the day you would see me with three
circle small, as tight as can be
ask who i’m f*ckin’, i said it was she
why he always duckin’
his pants he gon’ pee
xbox, controller
i played your b*tch and you’re mad that i stole her
yeah that b*tch tweakin’, yeah i can’t control her
if that b*tch hit mе i might have to fold her
said she wan’ hookup
i gеt the ball and i might have to cook up
you told me you famous so that’s what i look up
yeah she real cute
no i don’t like her she put me on mute
and that b*tch could sing and she sound like the flute
doorbell ring, the opps keep knockin’
the feds keep watchin’
them n*ggas weird
they doin’ some stalking
don’t talk to me if to you i’m not talkin’
[hook]
i’m off the e
i’m really rappin’ bout just what i see
ain’t nothin’ special it’s just so it
gas always boofin’
i need some degree (gas always boofin’)
i said i agree
i’m walkin’ down and i pull on my ski
thought he had gas, yeah i sold him grass
that n*gga stupid, he took it too fast

[verse 2]
don’t give a f*ck if it’s not about cash
he hit the door and then i do the dash
he play the game but he know that he trash
endowed in the present cuz’ i beat the past
cripple a n*gga, now he need a cane
when i was locked up i was goin’ insane
f*cked with my mental
it f*cked with my brain
one time, too many
up in the cell, yeah i need some henny
mafia plug and yeah we call him benny
he from the streets and he wearing margielas
yeah i don’t care if a f*ck n*gga jealous
cuz’ what he gon’ tell us?
cuz’ what he gon’ tell us?
[outro]
what he gon’ tell us, yeah
cuz’ what he gon’ tell us?

- stotle lyrics

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