Off The Top ft. Buukah3x Lyrics

Of course a nigga is blessed

But you know I need more

I cannot trip about a bitch

They ain't paying me

Nor are they putting they knees

To the floor

Yea I'm tryna skirt in ah vert

Baby put in the work

And I'll get you a spot to reserve

I took a few l's and it hurt

I dusted off the dirt

Now these diamonds

Going to shine wit a blur

Uh uh uh

I been ballin on niggas

I'm tryna get gold in my state

A young nigga been feeling like kerr

Don't try to lie bout sum shit

That that I'm already knowing

Because I'm finna ask are you sure

And bro sipping drink

He might talk with a slur

Swear this a passion

Got love for this rapping

No I cannot stop

Until they lay me to rest

Don't point the shorty up in my direction

Because she a bird

Hopping nest to a nest

When I'm touching this bread

I be doing my dance

If it ain't no income

Why the fuck would I rest

Bro carry sticks

With a drum like a band

Got some shit

That ah go through a v hit ya chest

Bro carry sticks

With a drum like a band

Got some shit

That ah go through a v hit ya chest

No you can't hoe me

Hell nah I ain't dumb

But open your mouth

Like a shark love her jaws

Me and my brodies

We just having fun

But that might involve

Us breaking the law

Dressed in all black

Like a ma'fucking nun

Prolly the scariest shit that I saw

I can't be patient

When it come to money

I'm trying to band it all up

Like a mummy

The bitch said she love me

That shit kinda stunned me

I'm my own boss

Ain't no nigga can run me

Uh who is this nigga

I do not know

Get the fuck from around me

And I know when I hop on the beat

Like a bunny

I snap like kitkat

She say she like how I'm sounding

In the booth I be losing my top

Holla at me and tell me

To mu'fucking drop

These niggas fake kick it

Can't hang, rather not

If she coming to fuck buukah

Right on ah dot

I need fifty k people

To know what the fuck I'm on

If she wanna fuck in the back of the jeep

I'm ah tell her don't scream

And to watch for her tone

She trying to get freaky

She licking my stones

She a demon in private in public ain't known uh

These bullets is hot

And they ripping his face off

You in dust I'ma takeoff uh

He talking hot and geting a facelift

Send that boy up like a spaceship

They tell me to stop but I just keep going

These bullets be ripping like velcro uh

You can get shot if you keep talking shit

Put you on tv like elmo

Lil thot in the spot tell her back it up

And if she wanna fuck I'm a slap it up

Let's get this money like vamanos

If I up that bitch once then it's audios

Uh pockets obese peter griffin

My name holding weight

I ain't lifting

And this off the top ain't no written

Like in person he shaking

Talking that shit

But he soft like a daisy

On bro nem shit get tragic

Bullet's going to rip through his knee

I ain't capping

Rapping and shit with b three

I be snapping

My niggas on go

Trained to blow when you lacking

Like talking that shit

But ain't put in no pain

Pass me the glock

Put it right at ur brain

Bitch you the side

Can not make you my main

Breaking her back

Got me feeling like bane

Nut on her face

She my new baby sister

Beat up the cat

After that she going litter

Put the k to his mouth

Like some ma'fucking dinner

Praying to god everyday I'm a sinner

Slide to his block

We gonna spin like a disco

Pockets is fat they on hippo look

Forty got a beam

And it came with extendo's

Popping his top like some mentos

You a thottie lil bitch

You can't line me

Son of a goat in this bitch

Call me bronny uh

V two six in the mozzi

Guns so big

You think we in the army uh

Dunking on niggas like bronny

She at the party

White bitch she doing molly

Hold on wait look

Uh gang in this bitch

Where the runtz at

Pass me the blunt pack

Bitch I'm to high

I can't come back

Shoot at me once

Then I buss back

Boy where your funds at

Hop on a track and I run that

Painting a picture like squid ward

Feel like a wizard

Bullets going to hit now he tin man

Hop on the scene like I'm spike lee

You can get clipped up

I never miss feel like hit man

Back out the v toting weaponry

None of you niggas ahead of me

I'm finna do it

I was down bad had to get in my bag

When I back out the v

She going to taste it uh

Got to the chicken

I'm leaving them fired

Pig ran up on me now he bacon

Balling on niggas like cp

Give him a three piece

Niggas ignoring me uh

Get to the buckets in the real league

You in the g league niggas below me uh

You niggas below me uh