Set It Off Lyrics

Since yall know so much about my nigga go tell him all that shit

Go tell him

Go tell him he's a bum when whole time me and him doing better than yall

Together

With yall together we doing better than yall by yall selves

Yall not really doin shit

Jeremiah you got that weak ass brand

That ain't sellin shit for real

Jmarius you got that weak ass music that ain't going nowhere for real

You bitches needa sit the fuck down

cause yall not doing shit for real

Nothing

Oh yea she mad

How the fuck you mad cuz every thing I said is facts

How you mad cuz you depending on yo dad

You say I don't got shi but all im needing is this bag

My whip tear up the streets Im steady burning all this tread

Bimmer fast as shit yo daddy charger gone get took

My glizzy clap you and blood buddy

Swear to god his card is took

I'm impatient with this 40

Swou say chill that hoe too shook

Ian trippin bout no shawty

Talk that shi I bring the hook

Vacuum seal my gas go crazy

Hoe you stayin wit yo daddy

You been had handouts lil bitch remember you was in tht caddy

Stay off my phone care for yo baby

Tell yo cuz come back to daddy

And you talkin but I seen tht shit that was stained up in yo panties

Hoe you trippin talmbout broke like ion make bands in a week

And all them wigs you got be cheap

I swear that business really weak

Then you cheated on yo nigga

Swear to god you for the streets

So when you talkin all that shit make sure you never mention me

Yet what the fuck do you bitches have

Nothing

Jeremiah you got that weak ass BMW that's always breaking the fuck down

You never have your fucking car up and running my nigga

Uh

You wanna talk that shit but when I do you hoes is mad

Yea

Heard yo ahh got fired get out the bed go get a bag

Yea

You wanna take it there yo back is big you really fat

Yea you say yo nigga bang but he ride princess in that scat

And I saw lil man at quick trip if he bang he better buck

I can't bang out wit no bitch but with yo man he know wassup

Cuz I know niggas from grip that really do

I know he fighting cases but if he up he better shoot

Or we gon spin his shit

Oh yea she mad

How the fuck you mad cuz every thing I said is facts

How you mad cuz you depending on yo dad

You say I don't got shi but all im needing is this bag

My whip tear up the streets Im steady burning all this tread

Before you talk to me you better get your bands up

My brudda music trash but you was steady playing some

You got a nigga now and that shit got you actin up

So if you see me out it's cool don't even say wassup

I swear im dissin bad no I'm not trippin bout no friend

So when you see this bet not say nun or ima diss yo ass again

You couldn't hold down my brother so what you doing with your man

Hollup

Lemme hold my tongue before yall folks break up again