CHEKMYSTEEZ! - OFF DA GRID! Lyrics

I hold it down
How I get around it's me

Da coldest out freshest nigga
From the da south

I ain't worried bout
Suckaniggas sellin out

I'm just tryna show you how we
Get it off the ground

Goin off, Jamal Crawford
Bitch I'm ballin

How you gone handle yo bidness
When you stalling

Niggas better handle they lady
She steady callin

Circle full of winners shit nigga
We never fallin'

Bout time I start bringing up some shit
These niggas hate to do

Every time they see me I'm the one
They try to fake it too

All smoke and mirrors
Ain't even have to race the coupe

She know a real one when she feel it
Cuz we hate to lose

Fly it in, get it gone
Then we stack the dough

Need the Benz, need the Rollie with
The Carti lens when I hit the store

System bumpin, forty on six
Then I'm getting gone

When we slidin
Yeah I'm sitting low

This that gold medalist flow
Specialist with the dough

Ain't no tellin how it's endin
When I get in that mode

Stole the show
Just the beginning
How we upping the score

Outchea really winning, damn
They barely breaking the mold

But ain't trippin mane
Haze burnin, grippin grain

Baby tell me that I'm different
But she hate my playa ways

Bitch I'm laid and paid
Everything tailor made

We really paved a way
So call a spade a spade
And I'm gone nigga.

I hold it down
How I get around it's me

Da coldest out freshest
Nigga from the da south

I ain't worried bout
Suckaniggas sellin out

I'm tryna show you how we
Get it off the ground