Текст песни: Off the Wall! + перевод

Since you never gave a damn in the first place

Cigarettes, haha

Maybe it’s time you had the tables turned

'Cause in the interest of all involved I got the problem solved

Off the pink, off the drink

And the verdict is guilty

Man nearly kill-

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ohh, huh

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy!

I feel like Nick Cannon (Nick!), huh

'Cause I’m wildin' out ('Cause I’m wilin'!), huh

I don’t got on Vans (I don’t got 'em)

But bitch, I’m off the wall (I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t)

Huh, feel like Nick Cannon (Feel like Nick), huh

'Cause I’m wildin' out ('Cause I’m, huh), huh

I don’t got on Vans, but bitch, I’m off the wall

I said like insect, I be buggin' motherfucker

Fuck on your mommy

My flow be sick like that bitch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit

I’m hot like a comet

Insect, I be buggin' motherfucker

Fuck on your mommy (Ayy)

My flow be sick like that bitch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit

I’m hot like a comet (Ayy)

When I di-di-di-di-di-dick that bitch

And she see Jesus on some rapture shit

Throw my balls at her Pokémon, Ash Ketchum shit

'Cause I’m fly like a newborn baby wombat wing

Me and this mic is your Mortal Kombat team

I want some head, I’m thinkin' how zombies think

Beaming a pistol it look like hadouken

Like mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday

Tell these pussy rappers that it’s time to vacay

Rob yo' lady

Told her put her hands up high in the air

Like she 'bout to hit the Nae Nae

They say I’m cr-cr-cr-cr-cray cray

Can’t control the nigga like we shootin' from the AK

But I kill these rappers, I’m a walking, breathing payday

Hot, but I swag, still nigga got the Ray Rays

Get away, get away, get away, get away

Better do you or do way way, fade away

You sippin' Haterade, I’m sippin' Gatorade

With the lean in it and I call it the fade away

Ayy, I’m so toxic, frog, hop up on my dick

I think I’m a pilot, 'cause she in my cockpit

Plumber, uh, pipe it, get face like I Skyped it

Did her A$AP like Rocky

Rockin' in my motherfuckin'

Rockin' rockin' in my motherfuckin'

I feel like Nick Cannon (Nick!), huh

'Cause I’m wildin' out ('Cause I’m wilin'!), huh

I don’t got on Vans (I don’t got 'em)

But bitch, I’m off the wall (I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t)

Huh, feel like Nick Cannon (Feel like Nick), huh

'Cause I’m wildin' out ('Cause I’m, huh), huh

I don’t got on Vans, but bitch, I’m off the wall

I said like insect, I be buggin' motherfucker

Fuck on your mommy

My flow be sick like that bitch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit

I’m hot like a comet

Insect, I be buggin' motherfucker

Fuck on your mommy

My flow be sick like that bitch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit (Ayy)

I’m hot like a comet (Ayy)

When I fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fist that bitch (Huh)

I’ma make that booty jiggle like some kick back, bitch (Huh)

She gon' rub my Dragon Balls (Huh), let her make one wish, what is that?

She just wanna take the young dagger dick

Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, (Huh?)

Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy (Huh?)

She off the Molly, she wanna take seven dick (Ayy!)

Body to body, it’s MC dagger, bitch (Ayy!)

Think that I’m Illuminati because I got money, bitch

Like Ray J, Ray J, Ray J, Ray J (Huh)

Bitch, I hit it first, on my weenie, hit the nae-nae (Huh)

Coming in hot like a missile, pussy, hey bae (Huh)

Falcon punch that nigga, make 'em up, up, and away, ayy (Ayy!)

Watch this, uppercut; Super Smash Melee (Ayy-ayy)

I just made her spin on my dick like a Beyblade (Ooh)

I’m green like a spinach, I don’t know you, then it’s pay,-ayy! (Ooh)

Hummanah hummana, back fist, out my way, ayy (Ayy!)

No Chris Brown (Oh), fuck her, make her look at me now (Wet)

When I’m in the pussy, say «Ow!»

You got no etiquette, just beginnin' like Genesis

Can you give me a rapper that I’m not better than, mmph? (Ayy!)

Revenge jeans, I think I might OD on sauce, I don’t rock Supreme

Suck my dick, Squidward’s clarinet

Brought to life like I’m Evanescence, wanna wake

W-w-wake, w-w-w-wake, okay, like

Big black, (Black) dick in your mama mouth

Pull it back, push her whole wig back (Wig)

Tic, tac, your breath really P-U

Yo, you really need a Tic-Tac (Stank)

Big pump, Cobain, Cobain

Leave a pussy nigga with no brain, okay (Blaow)

Weenie Hut Jr. looking boy, tell him «Ole»

I’ma pull that pistol, make 'em Mr. Noodle, ayy!

I feel like Nick Cannon (Nick!), huh

'Cause I’m wildin' out ('Cause I’m wilin'!), huh

I don’t got on Vans (I don’t got 'em)

But bitch, I’m off the wall (I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t)

Huh, feel like Nick Cannon (Feel like Nick), huh

'Cause I’m wildin' out ('Cause I’m, huh), huh

I don’t got on Vans, but bitch, I’m off the wall

I said like insect, I be buggin' motherfucker

Fuck on your mommy

My flow be sick like that bitch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit

I’m hot like a comet

Insect, I be buggin' motherfucker

Fuck on your mommy

My flow be sick like that bitch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit

I’m hot like a comet (Ayy!)