"Off & On" lyrics

(Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' shit, you heard?)
(Nine9 made it)

Nigga, I ain't rappin' on here to be cool
I'm rappin' on these beats to pay my bills, fool
Smokin' somethin' strong, it smell like mildew
I miss the OG weed, this new shit kill you
Trap bustin' hard, we need a drive-thru
Sellin' so much shit, we got a menu
I can sellout weed plus a venue
Won't sell out for no green, I am not you
Baby girl choosin', but I don't choose you
You not even that bad, so no excuse too
Conceited, man, my mama made me beautiful
Bitch saw me and I made her fold
I threw my hood up, her panties hit the floor
Shawty too easy, man, she on go
You TAF, come and get your payroll
Shawty hot tamale, she a spicy pole
South side nigga to my flesh and bones
I feel like T.I., my partner dead and gone
Shawty playin' games, I got an add-on
You wasn't genuine, so why you mad, ho?

Me and this bitch, we be off and on
Drivin' different whips, I be off and on
Flyin' to different places, I be off and on
Countin' up different faces, I be off and on

Bitch, get off your phone
I'm right here in your face, bitch, you not alone
Social media got your mind gone
I just bought a pint and every line sold
You ain't tryna get money, man, just let me know
It seem like your hustle be off and on
Coolin' out of town, I just free roam
You don't gotta be locked up to know shit ain't free, bro

Me and this bitch, we be off and on
Drivin' different whips, I be off and on
Flyin' to different places, I be off and on
Countin' up different faces, I be off and on