Off Top (feat. SOB Kamm)

Damn glizz that hard Cmon Shh plug the vacuum seals up turn the stoves on its gelato in this bitch nigga Come on Antisocial told my bitch to change the topic Drop that toppy Ain't no love for no thottie Baby girl we just vibin we just vibin Young boss stack that cheddar till I'm rotten Sc nigga keep them squares whiter than cotton Come on Heard they plotting on a nigga I ain't gotta send no blitz Them fmj's hit no hit sticks Came up as a misfit Crying bout that bitch all she came to do is eat dick Cut that lean with that carol before I ever made a remix I wish a nigga sneak diss I'll sit a million days before I ever turn witness Yeah I gave up on that boy but you can call me for that whitney Sixteen hundred on that moncler nigga we play in true religion Give a f*ck about designer she gone f*ck me in these dickies Been a demon to them blues before I ever heard of trap All I know is get them bitches cross the map Met a fan he love my music All he said I spit was facts Nigga all this shit was valid before I ever heard a no cap One time for my nigga lo jack Stuck up on that corner all he know is serve that trax Wear my pain on my shoulders I ain't never need no tats Yeah he say he want that real one dog you know I got to tax Come on dawg you know I got to tax Ain't no sense in all that talking bitch I'ma hit it from the back Once I'm done nigga I'm right back to that trap Got some shottas shake they dreads and off your ass just like mad maxx Seen my main nigga turn bitch No I can't forget that Tunnel vision to that cheddar Ain't no time for that chit chat Dog that shit was weak No I cannot collab I was selling ounces aint do well on my asvab Nigga Come on Border gang Come on Phone booming dope moving I need a fucking brick Road running younging want that money now he on a lick Make it out without the stove running how you do that shit Why you sweating like you stole something Bitch I sell fent Crackers told me plea and take the eight but I ain't tell shit Hitting 120 on the e way racing to that chip Murder one we with it by the time he up it I was hitting Riding with it gotta keep that fire I'm a felon but before they score I'ma take the five Real street nigga donda give the ok nigga die Free lil seven for devo and slime Motherfuck your hood free my hood Till they free that how I'm riding We get money but we ain't ducking slanging iron I be in my feelings late night I be thinking bout a guys Reminiscing wishing I could hit rewind Know what I'm saying