Straight Off The Lot
I stuck to the memo
Building it up something like Lego
I hop on the beat and brand instrumentals
Eating these rappers didn't come for no beef
Filet Mingnon Bos Taurus
Hi, pleasure nice to meet you
Dropped in quick picked up the pen
Dropped to my knees and had to repent
Now I'm here ran up the score though
No I don't miss no
IQ a milli I ball like I'm Billy
Flow like Big Willy
Out here in my city feel like in Philly
Sick with the lines brr
Ooh it oughta be chilly
They said get with it
Stop all acting
Bringing it back don't act like I asked it
I got the class skipping the passing
Not with the hopscotch
I got tha block hot
Bringing it back
Cream of the crop
Aim for the top
Whipping that car straight off the lot
Wouldn't be squat if it wasn't for God
I Thank Him a lot, yeah
I Thank Him a lot
Working 6 days resting the seventh
Ready to die take to me to heaven
Kill all my pride that would be pleasant
And when I spit with fire I spit with that heat
Come over here and take you a seat
Wise like the serpent I'm sinking my teeth
Ball like I'm Jordan swish on my feet
Call me fitty yes indeed its a pleasure to meet
Thought I was driving was riding back seat
Not with the bets like I'm on wall street
I'm with the best capital G
Cream of the crop
Aim for the top
Whipping that car straight off the lot
Wouldn't be squat if it wasn't for God
Building it up something like Lego
I hop on the beat and brand instrumentals
Eating these rappers didn't come for no beef
Filet Mingnon Bos Taurus
Hi, pleasure nice to meet you
Dropped in quick picked up the pen
Dropped to my knees and had to repent
Now I'm here ran up the score though
No I don't miss no
IQ a milli I ball like I'm Billy
Flow like Big Willy
Out here in my city feel like in Philly
Sick with the lines brr
Ooh it oughta be chilly
They said get with it
Stop all acting
Bringing it back don't act like I asked it
I got the class skipping the passing
Not with the hopscotch
I got tha block hot
Bringing it back
Cream of the crop
Aim for the top
Whipping that car straight off the lot
Wouldn't be squat if it wasn't for God
I Thank Him a lot, yeah
I Thank Him a lot
Working 6 days resting the seventh
Ready to die take to me to heaven
Kill all my pride that would be pleasant
And when I spit with fire I spit with that heat
Come over here and take you a seat
Wise like the serpent I'm sinking my teeth
Ball like I'm Jordan swish on my feet
Call me fitty yes indeed its a pleasure to meet
Thought I was driving was riding back seat
Not with the bets like I'm on wall street
I'm with the best capital G
Cream of the crop
Aim for the top
Whipping that car straight off the lot
Wouldn't be squat if it wasn't for God
Credits
Writer(s): Copper Fitty
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