[Hook] Don’t turn me off
You’re playing around
Don’t act like I don’t know
I’m ready to blow
I’m ready to blow

Just put me on
I’ve been around a minute
I should know
I’m ready to blow
Ready to blow

Don’t turn me off

[Verse 1] Don’t let me stop
I stay up no blue pill
Got no shit I'm too broke [?] All these young think I’m doing too much
You ain’t seen shit
I ain’t done noth-
Did you like your lips were built to spill
I’m a secret you keep in your jewelers
A weakness gon whip at [?] These fishes on chlorophyll
Surrounding[?] the caution yellow
Please drown in the drool
Like your down in the pool
With your legs tied up to a cinder block
You’re a vacant hearted kid in a garden
I’m a filthy armpit
But you smell me coming
(Dick is clay-yay) [?] Running shit
My calfs is crazy
Cash has never been optional
It’s a package deal with the product bro
You don’t even gotta pay extra
You just gotta pay respect to
Everybody wants to be next up
I just wanna inspire them
I just wanna go prior and
No I never get tired
I’m a legendary degree[?] Bringing the holies of holies out of the darkness
That's just the job of an artist
Don’t even get me started
Cause
I’ve already been gone
You’ll never
Don’t ever
Don’t ever

[Hook] Don’t turn me off
You’re playing around
Don’t act like I don’t know
I’m ready to blow
I’m ready to blow

Just put me on
I’ve been around a minute
I should know
I’m ready to blow
Ready to blow

Don’t turn me off

[Verse 2] You can turn me off
If you wanna
That’s your option
But
You gone miss some bangers
Buy these fuckers[?] Yeah I got em, yeah I got em
Yeah, really really got em
Girls get silly when I drop em
Twenty-four seven
Round the clock
Twenty-four seven
Have em slumping over like I shot em
Always something hungry tamagotchi
Get the finger-fucking Maserati
Me and Nnamdi gonna cook up the good stuff
Some sweet tasty pastries
And shove it down your throats, Kobayashi
You watered down wieners are so ugh
You girls make me gag
You a joke, you a gag
I need to go write a fucking book
Tell you little youngins where to look
Sell your little youngins on the scheme
Not a damn knocking on my team
I’ve got blunts like that from Anápolis
Stunts like Jackie Chan
I pull up in gold chucks in a caravan
Funny dance like I’m Adam Sand
Leave ‘em tagged like an ampersand
Leave me alone I’m the master hand
I’m three hundred percent of the average man
And you can cube that I’m in the swag class
You can tune me out but you can’t turn me off (no)
Even unplugged I still got the power (still got the power)
When you get shit done that leaves more room for fun
So I’mma cap this verse and go game (game)

[Hook] Don’t turn me off
You’re playing around
Don’t act like I don’t know
I’m ready to blow
I’m ready to blow

Just put me on
I’ve been around a minute
I should know
I’m ready to blow
I'm ready to blow

Don't ever, don't ever, don't ever