Off Da Zoinkys (Explicit)

Off Da Zoinkys (Explicit) - JID

Lyrics by：DiCaprio/John Welch/Clara M. Shepherd/Jimmy Lee Weary

Composed by：DiCaprio/John Welch/Clara M. Shepherd/Jimmy Lee Weary

Produced by：Christo

Ya ya ya ya ya ya

Alright JID and Christo

Y'all n*as need to lay off the ***

Some of y'all need to lay off the d**e

My n***as getting it straight off the boat

Pure cut put it straight to your nose

I ain't nosy but I know what I know

Mr know it all oh here he go

I'm the goat I never go with the flow

Throwing shots boy blow for a blow

I'm the n***a kick the do' with the dough

I'm the n***a f**k the h*e with the h*e

I'm the n***a lit the blunt with the blunt

I'ma get it 'cause I want what I want

I'ma say this s**t again and again

I'ma go and put the s**t to an end

I'm the sickest with the pencil and pen

Hit the blunt and mix the hen' with the wait

I'ma go ahead and lay off the xan's

I'ma fall back sipping the lean

I gotta make sure my vision is clear

Oh god no it's not what it seems

Six five four one two three

45 toe you know me

You don't what smoke so what it's gon' be

Gotta watch what you say when you looking at me

Looking at god looking for leaders

Looking for keys look at the pain in your eyes

N***a look where we been

Look at our wins look at our sins

And look at our skin

I've been on a frenzy binge trying to get me a benz

Your fuzzy a*s dance won't f**k up the ends

Oh god no where are my friends

Lord forgive me yeah I need to repent

My blood need to lay off the ***

Yeah god they ain't praying enough

N***as dying we ain't saying enough

Cops fire stockpiling rottweilers

Tell my little n***as lay off the stuff

Ronald reagan I can't thank him enough

Nah I'm playing n***a racist as f**k

Told my n***a if leave a pack of ports around me

I'ma take em'

And throw em' away

Smoke em' around me I'ma break em'

And we almost had got into fighting and

I'm talking

My dead dad finna fade him s**t

Maybe I did too much but f**k it

I love my n***a I'ma say it

And he probably thinkin'

I'm a player hater

I don't hate a player

I just need all my n***as to wake up

And take a real good look we along way from decatur

Long day still ahead of us

Grown dads still scared of us

I'm just working my incredibles

Stick my dick into the inevitable

So f**k whatever happen f**king cinematic

Sins of the father I'ma f**king addict

Understand the diction so I'm sympathetic

But I know I know I know that I gotta be strong

I ain't trying to be where I don't belong

Little syrup sipping out of a foam

Little powder put the pot in the bong

I ain't tripping I ain't saying it's wrong

But it's some other s**t we can be on

Gangster raise hell raise hell raise hell

Raise hell raise hell

Let me free

Yeah

And he he take