F-Off Dat歌词

作词 : William Moore/Symere Woods/Nayvadius Wilburn
作曲 : William Moore/Symere Woods/Nayvadius Wilburn
DJ Escomoe Ci–

Smoke good gas, might cough that
Move good work, that south pack
Gotta off that, (Yeah) gotta off that (Yeah)
Gotta off that, (Yeah, skrrt) gotta off that (Yeah)
Gotta off that, (Yeah) gotta off that (Yeah)
Gotta off that, then relapse (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
This ain't no 48, this that new, new skin (New)
Go hit you with a moshpit on the stage, **** around lose a tooth, yeah, yeah (Turn it up, turn it up)
She give me that mouth on that stage, she ain't even use no tooth, yeah, yeah (Oh my God)
She give me that box on the stage, I had to get no room, yeah, yeah (Oh my God)
Chrome Hearts, my shit cold like perfume, yeah, yeah
Racin' stripes, now my 'Rarri, this gon' swoom, yeah, yeah
In the kitchen, whip it up just like the stu', yeah, yeah (Woo)
Bitch I'm stuck, I'm just geeked to the moon, yeah, yeah (To the moon)
Shoot it up, then them boys better move, yeah, yeah (Better move)
Tiffany, blue diamonds hit just like the pool, yeah, yeah (The pool)
Lots of pink diamonds, shit done changed my mood, yeah, yeah (Woo)
Wearing Gucci shoes ever since I was in school, yeah, yeah (I was in school)
Stuffed up nigga now, I had to go buy them Loubs, yeah, yeah
All them opps scurrin', yeah, yeah
Better shoot like Steph Curry, yeah, yeah
Gettin' Bur-burberry, yeah, yeah
Gettin' Bur-burberry, yeah, yeah
Don't leave me like thirsty, yeah, yeah
Ain't no way you can swerve me, yeah, yeah
Smoke good gas, might cough that
Move good work, that south pack
Gotta off that, (Yeah) gotta off that (Yeah)
Gotta off that, (Yeah, I gotta off) gotta off that (Yeah, I gotta off)
Gotta off that, (Yeah, I gotta off) gotta off that (Yeah, I gotta off)
Then relapse

[Verse 2: Future]
White diamonds lookin' like the damn moon, yeah, yeah
That bitch a Barbie, I'ma **** her just like a goon, yeah, yeah
I just started, might as well take the shrooms, yeah, yeah
Threw the fishing rod in, I took off on a boat, ooh
Cowabunga, diamonds on me blue just like the ocean
Servin' that white girl on the corner, bought her a platinum Rollie
Sent a bird call, niggas gon' be comin' through and touch 'em
Swaggin' courtside, drippin' referee up in some Marnis
My plug and my pants just cost like my (Brr, brr)
Half performance, ain't gon' judge but that slut go better get naked (No cap)
My money, Eliantte, solitaries, better not get here and come for Johnny
Matte black, double R with a bunny (Brr), clockin' (Brr), ho
Double C's pushin' up with the 'Locs (Yeah)
Gucci socks all the way, come from my knees (Slime)
Bought me a watch, mad as my keys (Ferrari)
Step on the gas, you can see when I leave (Skrrt)
Switchin' up gears, Forgiato on her feet
Bust the AP, gotta turn to the team (Hold on)
30 diamonds on me, huh
And my money out the streets
Slime with a brand new Tommy, a hundred two thousand bullets if I squeeze it
Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert, Future & Both]
Two hundred, huh, huh, huh, for a feature, huh, huh
Smoke good gas, might cough that
Move good work, that south pack
Gotta off that, (Yeah) gotta off that (Yeah)
Gotta off that, (Yeah, I gotta off) gotta off that (Yeah, I gotta off)
Gotta off that, (Yeah, I gotta off) gotta off that (Yeah, I gotta off)
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