Hop Off
They be creepin'
I be goin' really crazy
Stop em' maybe
They be lyin'
I be tryin'
Really hazy
Stop em' maybe
They be creepin'
I be goin' really crazy
Stop em' maybe
They be lyin'
I be tryin'
Really hazy
Stop em' maybe
I'm the best
I stay committed
Take a rest
I'm only livin'
These bitches be bittin' my style, yeah they fake and I hate that
I write all my stuff and I told that little bitch you can take that
They be creepin'
I be goin' really crazy
Stop em' maybe
They be lyin'
I be tryin'
Really hazy
Stop em' maybe
They be creepin'
I be goin' really crazy
Stop em' maybe
They be lyin'
I be tryin'
Really hazy
Stop em' maybe
Uh
They be, they be in they chest (In they chest)
Why?
Cuz they they know that I'm the best
I'm the best, I'm the best
Playin' checkers, boy this chess
Yeah my sister she be writin' and y'all bitches keep the rest (keep the rest)
Imma go to Spain like a matador
Imma need a trip out to Singapore
Imma need to dash, like Aventador
Hatin' little bitch you can get it tho
Imma Imma pull up in the back
Imma hit you with the mac
If you want a fucking verse it's gon cost you 'bout a stack
I told you 'bout this and I told 'bout that
And you want a fucking dare, I'm a motherfucking snack
Too Turnt
They be creepin'
I be goin' really crazy
Stop em' maybe
They be lyin'
I be tryin'
Really hazy
Stop em' maybe
They be creepin'
I be goin' really crazy
Stop em' maybe
They be lyin'
I be tryin'
Really hazy
Stop em' maybe
I be goin' really crazy
Stop em' maybe
They be lyin'
I be tryin'
Really hazy
Stop em' maybe
They be creepin'
I be goin' really crazy
Stop em' maybe
They be lyin'
I be tryin'
Really hazy
Stop em' maybe
I'm the best
I stay committed
Take a rest
I'm only livin'
These bitches be bittin' my style, yeah they fake and I hate that
I write all my stuff and I told that little bitch you can take that
They be creepin'
I be goin' really crazy
Stop em' maybe
They be lyin'
I be tryin'
Really hazy
Stop em' maybe
They be creepin'
I be goin' really crazy
Stop em' maybe
They be lyin'
I be tryin'
Really hazy
Stop em' maybe
Uh
They be, they be in they chest (In they chest)
Why?
Cuz they they know that I'm the best
I'm the best, I'm the best
Playin' checkers, boy this chess
Yeah my sister she be writin' and y'all bitches keep the rest (keep the rest)
Imma go to Spain like a matador
Imma need a trip out to Singapore
Imma need to dash, like Aventador
Hatin' little bitch you can get it tho
Imma Imma pull up in the back
Imma hit you with the mac
If you want a fucking verse it's gon cost you 'bout a stack
I told you 'bout this and I told 'bout that
And you want a fucking dare, I'm a motherfucking snack
Too Turnt
They be creepin'
I be goin' really crazy
Stop em' maybe
They be lyin'
I be tryin'
Really hazy
Stop em' maybe
They be creepin'
I be goin' really crazy
Stop em' maybe
They be lyin'
I be tryin'
Really hazy
Stop em' maybe
Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Sanchez
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