Off the Top

(F- the fire, we got grease)
(It's a Wayne beat)
(Elijah, run another one)

A young n- up, but I'm humble, all this money getting doubled
N- play me, bust his bubble, if he make it, he gonna struggle
Ten milling with a switchy get busy, I don't tussle
Got a n-, but she f-, I'ma get this b- in trouble

Damn, we f- y'all club up? Let us reimburse y'all
I ain't never had a kennel, but I used to serve dog
Y'all boys some lil'-bitty kids, we'll burp y'all
If you don't see bro on tour, he somewhere getting work off (the backend)

I ain't in the streets no more, I'm on some rap sh- (on some rap sh-)
If you make me remember you, I call you back, b- (I call you back, b-)
I'm comin' down off these drugs, get me back lit (get me back lit)
She dropping tears, saying she love me, you should act, b-
And the award for best actress goes to this b-
If you don't take care of your kids, you a f- (you a f-)
It is what it is, f- what it was, n- (what it was, n-)
You put your hands on a b-, you a f- n- (you a f- n-)
That's why she comin' over here and getting f-, n-

All talk, no action, we ain't hearing you (shut the f- up)
Brodie hug the block tight like Amiris do (outside)
If I book a b- a flight, it's gonna be Spiritual (yellow plane)
If she f- and don't suck, I think that's very rude

Made six figures last time I drove the Benz
My pockets can't remember last time they saw some lint
These n- can't remember last time they saw they kids
And they last time was they last time tryna spin (mission failed)

Christmas time, I take my son to Dubai (we out of here)
Wifey know that she can pull whatever off the lot
You flashing lil' money, what the f- can that buy?
Not them other n-, if it's up, you gonna die

But look, I ain't in the streets no more, I'm on some rap sh- (I'm a rapper)
If you make me remember you, I call you back, b- (I call you back)
I'm coming down off these drugs, get me back lit (get me turnt)
She dropping tears, saying she love me, you should act, b- (you should act)
If you don't take care of your kids, you a f- (you's a f-)
It is what it is, f- what it was, n-
You put your hands on a b-, you a f- n- (oh, you a f- n-)
That's why she comin' over here and getting f-, n- (no cap)

All night though
E'ry time she say she about to link with her girls, run some errands, go grocery shopping
She linking with gang, dumb- n-, G7



Credits
Writer(s): Terry Sanchez Wallace, Martin Rafeal Mc Curtis, Dwayne William Moore, Elijah Ames
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