Reek Da Villian

Reek Da Villian - Go Off lyrics

rate me

From the south to the west to the east to the north

It go off, it go off

Blowin gCubanas in Honda Sonatas with Madonnas

As she do the honors to shine and polish my anaconda

I'm at the Ramada like Tony Montana with my llama

Counting Angelatas, sipping pina colada cavadas

These giuliani illuminati, my super shotty

These dudes'll try me with Deuteronomy, my Ruger body

And my True Armani's, I'm probably with a new crew of mamis

'Bout to make a punani tsunami in a blue Bugatti

Flow's phenomenal, money on amadu

Diablo chronicles, rap from Elvis Presley's abdominal

Niggas is comical, tryna pair up with the shit I'mma do

Gravity rapping fall on deaf ears, I'm astronomical

Like a jungle, sometimes that makes me wonder

How I keep from going under, surviving all of these summers

And running from gunners, hopping out Hummers with Stevie Wonders

That don't even look at who they be shooting when they be dumping

From the south to the west to the east to the north

It go off, it go off

I slay a nigga with no conscience, I'm so Compton

I know your confidence, you're incompetent, that's a compliment

Any continent, I can construct atomic condiments

I'm not a Communist, rather govern my own accomplishments

Living in turmoil boils my temper

Tempurpedic'll burn if you sleep on me, nigga

Jimmy crack corn and Kendrick can crack the horns

Of a dragon and toss 'em inside of a bush full of thorns

Tagging along, get you thrown on side of your lawn

Throw a molotov, I toss, catch it like a baton, boss

Acquire many choirs for your funeral

Be quiet before I stand over you like a urinal

Mark a bullet wherever your latest rapper tattoo'll go

Your crew'll know I split you until you was two adults

Siamese, I sneeze and bless tracks

You’s a bitch on menopause, I ain't gotta pause that

From the south to the west to the east to the north

It go off, it go off

Ok now boom shakalaka, Mr. Know-I-Got-A-Lotta

Talking dollars, Gucci, Louis, Prada, hundred 'round the collar

Hop up out of that new foreign auto with the latest model

Tell the waiter bring the bottles, I be stunting so they follow

This a treat and I'm finna feast, why they send the beat?

Come and see, Hannibal the beast, murder, third degree

I assassinated, flow abominated, know they highly hated

Look how it's orchestrated, hottest nigga underrated

They stealing flows, got these rappers so intimidated

New flow, new dough, boy, you outdated

I'm just getting started, they ain't seen nothing yet

Wait till my new drops at the projects

See my sneaks, they ain't coming into stock yet

Got the whole hood hooked, no Pyrex

Stay tuned, rose gold on the Rolex

I'm the best, nigga, period, Kotex

From the south to the west to the east to the north

It go off, it go off

Midwest, where you at?

Dirty South, where you at?

And anywhere you from

It's where you at right now

It's that time again

It's that time again

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