Off The Hook (feat. Joey Cool) - CES Cru

Last thing I recall was I was turned up with the DJ

Pat shot, another Pat shot, passed out for like 3 days

Woke up to an orgy, like poor me and I couldn’t look

Came to my senses, got naked and it was off the hook

I took uppers in that attic, downers in that basement

Fell into the sheet rock, left there all with my face print

But don’t trip cause it ain’t shit, I keep the doctor on speed dial

Xanis in my back pocket, and Adderall in my weed pouch

Yeah, I’m off the hook, try again later, scratch surface, then layer

Speak backwards sin prayer, I’m Ray or, John Mayer

City on lock like I’m Mayor, hit the bomb drop, bet I’m there

Trigger up on top, respond flare, A.K.A.

your mom’s layer

Tryna hit me up, wondering where the party at

Must be at her inn or something, better call me back

You flipping shit on me, now what the fuck is up with that

Don’t be so hypersensitive, could have a heart attack

Somebody call the EMS, what they need is an EKG

Gotta get 'em on the line for the good time, party looking D-E-A-D

Check her, one two, double check, for the middywest

Put a bang beat, it be coming off the chain, now put it on the books

Better ask around, she was off the hook, yeah!

Wanna hop in, cause I got them off top

When it come to the chopping, spin 'em in a hot wind

In the pocket when I clock in, and there ain’t no other option

Cause I rhyme sick and y’all high-pitched, sounding like shit

Or like first gear, with the gas down, and that’s not the look

Ces off the hook, it’s y’all worst fear, now the world hears

That I won’t stop, but I can’t stop, I can’t quit now

Got girls here in that same spot

With them tank tops and their tits out

Had a daydream that we made out and it made off

You got bit down, I swear to God if I squint hard it’s like

Baywatch in this bitch now, ah!

Running with the main boss

Another day off, I’m like «which town?"I gotta sit down

I stake off and my Jane boss and my pitch loud and I, uh

Smoke it on stage, I don’t give a fuck if it’s allowed

Light up your blunt, that’s if you’re proud

Four hands up when I hit the crowd, see, some they pay and

Some they go, some complain and some they boast

Some people really do things and others saying

Some they wrote, double dutchin' sayin' nothin' fucking playing

Jumping rope, my shit bumping, type amazing

Find your way, ya compass broke, hold up, hello?

Tryna hit me up, wondering where the party at

Must be at her inn or something, better call me back

You flipping shit on me, now what the fuck is up with that

Don’t be so hypersensitive, could have a heart attack

Somebody call the EMS, what they need is an EKG

Gotta get 'em on the line for the good time, party looking D-E-A-D

Check her, one two, double check, for the middywest

Put a bang beat, it be coming off the chain, now put it on the books

Better ask around, she was off the hook, yeah!

I was just minding my business, I wasn’t in it

I don’t know what happened, dog, I was sipping Jacky D

Next thing I know they offended, hold up, this hit me a minute

Admit that I was drinking like I was chasing a

They gave me a shot of Patron, a shot of crown and Hennessy

, I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into me

Niggas bugging tryna make me the enemy

Nothing compare to try to drink my energy

Fuck what you do entity

Someone there in line showing sympathy

If you ain’t related, homie, you ain’t killing me

Amateur hour, you gotta be kidding me

Look at me, dog, you’re probably into me

You don’t want problems, well it a be it a be

cause, last night night

Off the hook like that dial tone

Got me feeling like fight night

Make a path for them wild ones

I’m like hold up, nigga, hold up

We’re swarming y’all, feeling rolled up

Cause this bitch ain’t finna be popping here

Until me and my crew come showing up

Nigga, off chain, off the walls, off the ropes, oh, off the hook

We get looked at an awful lot, your ass just get awful looks

That’s the shit that I’m talking about

They’re like «cool, man, you just rolling, bruh?»

Get used to this dope shit, cause that’s that shit I’m known for (Oh!)

Tryna hit me up, wondering where the party at

Must be at her inn or something, better call me back

You flipping shit on me, now what the fuck is up with that

Don’t be so hypersensitive, could have a heart attack

Somebody call the EMS, what they need is an EKG

Gotta get 'em on the line for the good time, party looking D-E-A-D

Check her, one two, double check, for the middywest

Put a bang beat, it be coming off the chain, now put it on the books

Better ask around, she was off the hook, yeah!