Tee Grizzley - f** It Off lyrics

[Intro] Helluva Beats baby [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Who you think you finna play with? Who you think you finna run your mouth to and won't say sh**? I'm outchea when it's cold, leave you out there Them bullets hot, think not, get your mouth chipped Hella n***a's talk sh** but they stand still Let's take a trip, duck tape, how the van feel? Hunnid thousand dollar Cartiers Im'a change sh** Keep playing with Lou Caine Ima kick it to your main b**h And I've been f**in' hoes on my bay sh** Come to the crib, I tell em' go to the spaceship Red pill, blue pill, we in the matrix Take it to the face, better do what I say, b**h He make it outta here then he a winner If a n***a try to run then we pull up in Sprinters We get to bustin' at your bucket, f** it hit 'cho liver End of discussion, it's nothing I eat you pussies for dinner I got no time, for fake one k**ers on the west side, with them real guns And if you try to wave the white flag, we gon' still come Where you at? Here n***a! All this p**y Im'a drill some [Chorus: Chris Brown] Why they hate to see a real n***a make it? I done made a lot of change now my people's changing By myself, I don't need no witness Can't thank nobody but the Lord cause I'm gettin' it I keep my head up and middle finger to the sky And living every f**in' day like it's Mardi Gras Im'a finesse this sh**, win, lose, or draw You think I work this hard to f** it off? [Verse 2: Tee Grizzley & Chris Brown & Both] Thanks again, I gotta remind these n***as Balenciaga, remember when I couldn't buy these n***a Called em' bricks, birds cause we really fly these b**hes Tell your mans I know I'm lit, but don't eye me n***a (ohhh) I'm solving every single problem with a tool Supersoak a n***a like he jumping off the pool If the feds hit the mansion, we gon' make it to the news Choppa lift a n***a up I bet he make it to the moon (pow) You can tell me and Breezy at the top They want us to fail hoping that we fall but we not Don't feel bad for what I did to them n***a's block Can't say what happened, just know I had to get rid of the Glock (oh) Remember my leak days, couldn't pull a b**h days (oh) Now I ain't trippin' on none of the bills, that sh** paid (oh woah) n***a tried to fake beef with a n***a (that's just hate) Sneak diss see me I'll jump on my dick these n***as lame (p**y n***a) n***a's terrible, who raised y'all? n***a's leeches I can't feed 'em, I can't baby y'all I'm giving headshots, I ain't 'bout to fade y'all b**h you ain't f**in', bye Felicia, I can't play with y'all [Chorus: Chris Brown] Why they hate to see a real n***a make it? I done made a lot of change now my people's changing By myself, I don't need no witness Can't thank nobody but the Lord cause I'm gettin' it I keep my head up and middle finger to the sky And living every f**in' day like it's Mardi Gras Im'a finesse this sh**, win, lose, or draw You think I work this hard to f** it off?