Off The Rim
I've been jumping out the gym
Put my niggas on the top
They ain't know that I was him
All my niggas taking dubs for real
Yeah all my niggas always win
All my niggas yeah we ball
We be hanging from the rim
Need a nigga I can call for sure
You know I'm hitting up my twin
I be aiming at him head
Nigga thought I had a zen
Ran his pockets
Young nigga had to loot up
Yeah I'm capping bitch I ain't no shooter
Niggas switched on the gang once they boo'd up
Niggas hating on me like king buddah
Nigga yeah we on go
Feel like DaBaby
These niggas they know I'm the truth
I ain't seen her in a long time
Shawty bad don't know what to do
I be telling niggas I'm fine
Shawty bad tryna make her mine
Shawty bad she's straight from Atlanta
A nigga throw five fuck it I throw ten up
Take off the baby I feel like I'm tana
Pour up the ak with some blue berry Fanta
Three different hoes man I feel like I'm Santa
Pull out the drill smacking shit Alabama
I know it's expensive don't worry bout the cost
If we ever break up just know it's your loss
Thought my diamonds had windex the way that it gloss
I remember them days used to hit up the Ross
My bitch she bad she do acrobatics
I get to the bag ain't no moving static
I'm mentally I'll I'm a money addict
JDM down shift way too dramatic
I'm that nigga but you should already know
She tryna blow tell her keep it low
Maintenance crew sweeping up the floor
My niggas hang off the rim when we up the score
Put my niggas on the top
They ain't know that I was him
All my niggas taking dubs for real
Yeah all my niggas always win
All my niggas yeah we ball
We be hanging from the rim
Need a nigga I can call for sure
You know I'm hitting up my twin
I be aiming at him head
Nigga thought I had a zen
Ran his pockets
Young nigga had to loot up
Yeah I'm capping bitch I ain't no shooter
Niggas switched on the gang once they boo'd up
Niggas hating on me like king buddah
Nigga yeah we on go
Feel like DaBaby
These niggas they know I'm the truth
I ain't seen her in a long time
Shawty bad don't know what to do
I be telling niggas I'm fine
Shawty bad tryna make her mine
Shawty bad she's straight from Atlanta
A nigga throw five fuck it I throw ten up
Take off the baby I feel like I'm tana
Pour up the ak with some blue berry Fanta
Three different hoes man I feel like I'm Santa
Pull out the drill smacking shit Alabama
I know it's expensive don't worry bout the cost
If we ever break up just know it's your loss
Thought my diamonds had windex the way that it gloss
I remember them days used to hit up the Ross
My bitch she bad she do acrobatics
I get to the bag ain't no moving static
I'm mentally I'll I'm a money addict
JDM down shift way too dramatic
I'm that nigga but you should already know
She tryna blow tell her keep it low
Maintenance crew sweeping up the floor
My niggas hang off the rim when we up the score
Credits
Writer(s): Steve Jode
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