"Set It Off" lyrics
(feat. Babyface Ray)
[Fmb Dz:]
I ain't gone lie, this one for you baby
I fell in love with everything you do baby
You want some Valentino Jimmy Choo baby
I got these niggas in they feelings, I'm going too crazy
I'm the boss man
With the game plan
Shout out to Four-Five that's my main mans
Nigga it don't make sense if it don't make bands
Fuck the paperwork, my word good
Let's shake hands
FMB TAG
We a empire
A nigga swing on me, I bet my mans fire
And we all move at night like some vampires
All a nigga hear is shots and police sirens
This the real me
You feel me
Nigga fuck this rap shit, yeah I'm still me
Keep a couple hitters with me, you can't kill me
A nigga play around with me, shit gone get real deep
I make one phone call, and spray the whole street
I just got that one call, they say they lows sweet
A thousand pack a whole day, fuck a whole week
Them pros get her pussy wet, just like a slow leak
So cheap
She had to cut you off said you was so weak
You not me
I roll the 20's on me, this shit sloppy
A nigga made a killing down the way off them rockes
Get in a lot of newer relationships with them knoxes
[Babyface Ray:]
A nigga made a killing down the way with them oranges
We touch down
I throw my hands up, cause we scoring
Niggas hate to see me in the club, I'm like Jordan
I'm balling
Money falling on them, liquor pouring
Big bands taking up space, bitch I'm hording
Fuck naw
Swiper no swiping, I'm like Dora
Take a bad bitch to the suite then record her
Wake up, drop her ass off then ignore her
I'm a keep it real
Free my niggas 80's
We was in this shit for real
Dropping 6's out of seals
If it was slavery, then I would still be in the field
You a house nigga
When I rap, hustlers get the chills
75 south with the low to the hills
I'm on my no hands
Bags shaking self, while I chill
Put a half on it, extra pros in it kill
I'm a keep my foot on the gas til a mil
I'm a keep my hands in the street cause I gotta do it
Ice cross blinging off my chest, hoes like hallelujah
OG's give me my respect, I know what I'm doing
You ain't never got hit with a bag and you gotta move it
Set it off
(So good)
I ain't gone lie, this one for you baby
I fell in love with everything you do baby
You want some Valentino Jimmy Choo baby
I got these niggas in they feelings, I'm going too crazy
I'm the boss man
With the game plan
Shout out to Four-Five that's my main mans
Nigga it don't make sense if it don't make bands
Fuck the paperwork, my word good
Let's shake hands
FMB TAG
We a empire
A nigga swing on me, I bet my mans fire
And we all move at night like some vampires
All a nigga hear is shots and police sirens
This the real me
You feel me
Nigga fuck this rap shit, yeah I'm still me
Keep a couple hitters with me, you can't kill me
A nigga play around with me, shit gone get real deep
I make one phone call, and spray the whole street
I just got that one call, they say they lows sweet
A thousand pack a whole day, fuck a whole week
Them pros get her pussy wet, just like a slow leak
So cheap
She had to cut you off said you was so weak
You not me
I roll the 20's on me, this shit sloppy
A nigga made a killing down the way off them rockes
Get in a lot of newer relationships with them knoxes
[Babyface Ray:]
A nigga made a killing down the way with them oranges
We touch down
I throw my hands up, cause we scoring
Niggas hate to see me in the club, I'm like Jordan
I'm balling
Money falling on them, liquor pouring
Big bands taking up space, bitch I'm hording
Fuck naw
Swiper no swiping, I'm like Dora
Take a bad bitch to the suite then record her
Wake up, drop her ass off then ignore her
I'm a keep it real
Free my niggas 80's
We was in this shit for real
Dropping 6's out of seals
If it was slavery, then I would still be in the field
You a house nigga
When I rap, hustlers get the chills
75 south with the low to the hills
I'm on my no hands
Bags shaking self, while I chill
Put a half on it, extra pros in it kill
I'm a keep my foot on the gas til a mil
I'm a keep my hands in the street cause I gotta do it
Ice cross blinging off my chest, hoes like hallelujah
OG's give me my respect, I know what I'm doing
You ain't never got hit with a bag and you gotta move it
Set it off
(So good)
Writer(s): Marcellus Rayvon Register, Denzel Thomas Washington
