dOn't turn me Off - NNAMDÏ

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

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

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

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)

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