Off Top
OFF TOP
RED DOT
AIM AT HIS SPOT
My guap
So large
Can't fit in my pocket
Off top, my nigga I gotta get it!
Open the bag lil bitch
I'm taking all the you have lil bitch
Mother fuckers always mad and shit
I say yo music is average
I'm so elaborate
Book full of spells and
You know that I'm casting shit
I'm just a nigga who's focused on paper
She think we dating guess it's time from or a breakup
Hocus pocus I pull up in a ghost
If I spit it then it's murder he wrote
Kanye hova man I just want the throne
Fuck a bitch and then I'm sending her home
She's a dog you know she jus wanna bone
Flip dinero tell her leave me alone
Buzz and woody this a toy story
Know I keep a shotty but this not home alone
OFF TOP
RED DOT
AIM AT HIS SPOT
My guap
So large
Can't fit in my pocket
Off top, my nigga I gotta get it!
I know you're cappin
I know y'all niggas don't preach what I practice
I know you lackin
I add the money don't never subtract it
I'm fucking with fashion
My shirts striped and I'm barely matching
But fuck it my nigga I'm branding myself
In a minute you'll get what I'm packing
I do this shit everytime
Spit for a second and then I just
Stutter the lines
You really think you're a dime
Bitch you a penny, you won't get a
Cent of my time
I know my energy's prime
Step in a room and they feeling my energy huh?
You think you real as me huh?
Bitch you a clone, a copy
A mini me huh?
RED DOT
AIM AT HIS SPOT
My guap
So large
Can't fit in my pocket
Off top, my nigga I gotta get it!
Open the bag lil bitch
I'm taking all the you have lil bitch
Mother fuckers always mad and shit
I say yo music is average
I'm so elaborate
Book full of spells and
You know that I'm casting shit
I'm just a nigga who's focused on paper
She think we dating guess it's time from or a breakup
Hocus pocus I pull up in a ghost
If I spit it then it's murder he wrote
Kanye hova man I just want the throne
Fuck a bitch and then I'm sending her home
She's a dog you know she jus wanna bone
Flip dinero tell her leave me alone
Buzz and woody this a toy story
Know I keep a shotty but this not home alone
OFF TOP
RED DOT
AIM AT HIS SPOT
My guap
So large
Can't fit in my pocket
Off top, my nigga I gotta get it!
I know you're cappin
I know y'all niggas don't preach what I practice
I know you lackin
I add the money don't never subtract it
I'm fucking with fashion
My shirts striped and I'm barely matching
But fuck it my nigga I'm branding myself
In a minute you'll get what I'm packing
I do this shit everytime
Spit for a second and then I just
Stutter the lines
You really think you're a dime
Bitch you a penny, you won't get a
Cent of my time
I know my energy's prime
Step in a room and they feeling my energy huh?
You think you real as me huh?
Bitch you a clone, a copy
A mini me huh?
Credits
Writer(s): Kealand Cato
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