Off the Rip (feat. SkateHate)
Aye
Rico baby
Big skate
Bitch
Off the rip
I see a switch imma off the bitch
Saw the bitch
Threw that ass back offering
I was Fortunate
Cause i still made it home i was sorta lit
Plus the whip a stick
Why they calling my phone who the fuck is this
I cannot do no song with no pussy nigga
This is not bout no pussy nigga
Yall some rookie niggas
Going broke at the bookie nigga
Hall of fame buss a trey like i'm reggie miller
I just came in the game with a 2 way mirror
Let it sang in the rain eddie cain jr
It'll rip if the cloth ain the same nigga
That was a fact
I swear ricardo's a mac
Off the rip
Mmm
Young nigga slide with the stang on the whip
I just took off the roof
She took her draws off and hopped in the coupe
I snatched the shackles off and hopped in the boof
Big dope what i boof
Big skate in the room
They keep tryna get me in the stu
When they know what the fuck imma do
For the mullah
We'll shoot at Medulla's
Nigga is snake and yo bitch is Madusa
Versace Versace beheaded Madusa
Ride with the rugar I shoot at you ruler
Shoot at yo noodle big dog you a poodle
Just spoke to my jeweler my diamonds got cooler
Dive like a scuba my bih booty stupid
On xannies like uzi I shoot it like uzi
I just went viral I'm trending
And I killed it call forensics
Aye
Money talk I'm calling benji
Aye
Money talk I comprehend it
Skrt in a Audi we called it Olympics
I Call her Rihanna I fucked her in fendi
She got to tripping my number I switched it
Got hoes like it's Christmas get smoked like a chimney
These nigga loosing they cool
Mad cuz these bitches gone choose
We skip the line you in back like kaboose
Switcharoo on your boo
That bitch is gullible
Made you a customer
Putting yo trust in her
You do the math you don't want me to sum it up
Pussy to good Ima cum in her
What do words have in common I'm always with the commas uh
Run it up I got a check and you bih gave me some neck
That pussy was wet but I'm good with the head
Niggas is fed you gone switch for the bread
Flipping that pack back to back
Quarterback I got that sack
Smoke out the pack
Yeah this supreme
Cook it up I got the recipe
You just sesame You ain really street
Bitch
Ol pussy ass nigga
Aye
Rico baby
Big skate
Bitch
Off the rip
I see a switch imma off the bitch
Saw the bitch
Threw that ass back offering
I was Fortunate
Cause i still made it home i was sorta lit
Plus the whip a stick
Why they calling my phone who the fuck is this
I cannot do no song with no pussy nigga
This is not bout no pussy nigga
Yall some rookie niggas
Going broke at the bookie nigga
Hall of fame buss a trey like i'm reggie miller
I just came in the game with a 2 way mirror
Let it sang in the rain eddie cain jr
It'll rip if the cloth ain the same nigga
That was a fact
I swear ricardo's a mac
Off the rip
Mmm
Young nigga slide with the stang on the whip
I just took off the roof
She took her draws off and hopped in the coupe
I snatched the shackles off and hopped in the boof
Big dope what i boof
Big skate in the room
They keep tryna get me in the stu
When they know what the fuck imma do
For the mullah
We'll shoot at Medulla's
Nigga is snake and yo bitch is Madusa
Versace Versace beheaded Madusa
Ride with the rugar I shoot at you ruler
Shoot at yo noodle big dog you a poodle
Just spoke to my jeweler my diamonds got cooler
Dive like a scuba my bih booty stupid
On xannies like uzi I shoot it like uzi
I just went viral I'm trending
And I killed it call forensics
Aye
Money talk I'm calling benji
Aye
Money talk I comprehend it
Skrt in a Audi we called it Olympics
I Call her Rihanna I fucked her in fendi
She got to tripping my number I switched it
Got hoes like it's Christmas get smoked like a chimney
These nigga loosing they cool
Mad cuz these bitches gone choose
We skip the line you in back like kaboose
Switcharoo on your boo
That bitch is gullible
Made you a customer
Putting yo trust in her
You do the math you don't want me to sum it up
Pussy to good Ima cum in her
What do words have in common I'm always with the commas uh
Run it up I got a check and you bih gave me some neck
That pussy was wet but I'm good with the head
Niggas is fed you gone switch for the bread
Flipping that pack back to back
Quarterback I got that sack
Smoke out the pack
Yeah this supreme
Cook it up I got the recipe
You just sesame You ain really street
Bitch
Ol pussy ass nigga
Aye
Credits
Writer(s): Markeist Jones
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