GroundLordz - 225 (Off the Map) Lyrics

200 And
225 Mph
Aries went crazy on this shit
Yeah
Skrrrrr
Young aries in the cut nigga

225 On dash I can't relax
I'm riding high
I swerve the curb before I crash
I'm goin from GA to NY
That's no cap
That shit straight facts (That shit straight what)
I mix double C's with LV seams
That's on my back (Huh)
I don't have the time i'm livin lowkey
But I max (Huh)
I won't stop my grind cus I put whole team
On my back (Huh)
I cannot recline, I stand straight up
And then I stack (Huh)
I ain't got no key press the button now i'm
Skrrttt'n right off the map (Skrrrrt)

I ain't got no key press the button now i'm
Skrrt'n right of the map (Skrrr)
Skrrrt pass the rats (Skrrr)
Skkrrrt in scat packs (Skrrr)
F*ck nigga wanna talk (What what)
Real nigga don't talk
Big boss I walk
Lined up like chalk (Uh)
I'm up can't fall
Stack racks real tall
My team involved
I don't have the time to play with a nigga
Bad bitch come lay with a nigga
(What what what what)
No prints or stain on the trigga
Them slimes leave stains on a nigga
(What what what what)
Oh now he trynna hang with my niggas
Like that nigga didnt change on my niggas (What)
No way Jose
You change then ándale (That way)
My gang here to this day (This day)
We win but we don't play (Don't play)
Told my dawg stay low and pray (Please pray)
Know you gon see better days (Yeah)
CC dreams and Hermès (Hermès)
Vv bling on my rays (My rays)
Them keys pinged by aries (Aries)
(Young Aries In The Cut Nigga)

225 On dash I can't relax
I'm riding high
I swerve the curb before I crash
I'm goin from GA to NY that's no cap
That shit straight facts (That shit straight what)
I mix double C's with LV seams
That's on my back
I don't have the time i'm livin lowkey
But I max
I won't stop my grind cus I put whole team
On my back
I cannot recline, I stand straight up
And then I stack
I ain't got no key press the button now i'm
Skrrttt'n right off the map (Skrrrrt)

Aye aye okay
F*ck is you talking
Ain't about green keep walking
She bad in her jeans quit stalking her
Like aye aye okay
Young nigga stacking up chips
Shopping bags on trips
Bitch on bad she thick
I press the gas bitch catch my drift
Do the dash then I park it at fifths
I'm all about cash it ain't making cents
It don't make no sense
Got old hunneds they don't even make these prints
1% On the whip they don't make these tints
This shit take time gotta pace these sprints
Can't wait in line we break the fence
I mean
They saying they love how we doing this shit
How we changing the game and influence it
We done ran up a sack with all blue in it
I can tell by your track how you losing it
Young nigga handle ya shit
Young nigga handle ya shit

225 On dash I can't relax
I'm riding high
I swerve the curb before I crash
I'm goin from GA to NY that's no cap
That shit straight facts (That shit straight what)
I mix double C's with LV seams
That's on my back
I don't have the time i'm livin lowkey
But I max
I won't stop my grind cus I put whole team
On my back
I cannot recline, I stand straight up
And then I stack
I ain't got no key press the button now i'm
Skrrttt'n right off the map (skrrrrt)

GL'z nigga
Aries on the muhhf*cka
That bitch went crazy
Shit go crazy