Jay Foreign - Off The Top (feat. Buukah3x)

Of course a nigga is blessed
But you know I need more
I cannot trip about a bitch
They ain't paying me
Nor are they putting they knees
To the floor
Yea I'm tryna skirt in ah vert
Baby put in the work
And I'll get you a spot to reserve
I took a few l's and it hurt
I dusted off the dirt
Now these diamonds
Going to shine wit a blur
Uh uh uh
I been ballin on niggas
I'm tryna get gold in my state
A young nigga been feeling like kerr
Don't try to lie bout sum shit
That that I'm already knowing
Because I'm finna ask are you sure
And bro sipping drink
He might talk with a slur
Swear this a passion
Got love for this rapping
No I cannot stop
Until they lay me to rest
Don't point the shorty up in my direction
Because she a bird
Hopping nest to a nest
When I'm touching this bread
I be doing my dance
If it ain't no income
Why the fuck would I rest
Bro carry sticks
With a drum like a band
Got some shit
That ah go through a v hit ya chest
Bro carry sticks
With a drum like a band
Got some shit
That ah go through a v hit ya chest
No you can't hoe me
Hell nah I ain't dumb
But open your mouth
Like a shark love her jaws
Me and my brodies
We just having fun
But that might involve
Us breaking the law
Dressed in all black
Like a ma'fucking nun
Prolly the scariest shit that I saw
I can't be patient
When it come to money
I'm trying to band it all up
Like a mummy
The bitch said she love me
That shit kinda stunned me
I'm my own boss
Ain't no nigga can run me
Uh who is this nigga
I do not know
Get the fuck from around me
And I know when I hop on the beat
Like a bunny
I snap like kitkat
She say she like how I'm sounding
In the booth I be losing my top
Holla at me and tell me
To mu'fucking drop
These niggas fake kick it
Can't hang, rather not
If she coming to fuck buukah
Right on ah dot
I need fifty k people
To know what the fuck I'm on
If she wanna fuck in the back of the jeep
I'm ah tell her don't scream
And to watch for her tone
She trying to get freaky
She licking my stones
She a demon in private in public ain't known uh
These bullets is hot
And they ripping his face off
You in dust I'ma takeoff uh
He talking hot and geting a facelift
Send that boy up like a spaceship
They tell me to stop but I just keep going
These bullets be ripping like velcro uh
You can get shot if you keep talking shit
Put you on tv like elmo
Lil thot in the spot tell her back it up
And if she wanna fuck I'm a slap it up
Let's get this money like vamanos
If I up that bitch once then it's audios
Uh pockets obese peter griffin
My name holding weight
I ain't lifting
And this off the top ain't no written
Like in person he shaking
Talking that shit
But he soft like a daisy
On bro nem shit get tragic
Bullet's going to rip through his knee
I ain't capping
Rapping and shit with b three
I be snapping
My niggas on go
Trained to blow when you lacking
Like talking that shit
But ain't put in no pain
Pass me the glock
Put it right at ur brain
Bitch you the side
Can not make you my main
Breaking her back
Got me feeling like bane
Nut on her face
She my new baby sister
Beat up the cat
After that she going litter
Put the k to his mouth
Like some ma'fucking dinner
Praying to god everyday I'm a sinner
Slide to his block
We gonna spin like a disco
Pockets is fat they on hippo look
Forty got a beam
And it came with extendo's
Popping his top like some mentos
You a thottie lil bitch
You can't line me
Son of a goat in this bitch
Call me bronny uh
V two six in the mozzi
Guns so big
You think we in the army uh
Dunking on niggas like bronny
She at the party
White bitch she doing molly
Hold on wait look
Uh gang in this bitch
Where the runtz at
Pass me the blunt pack
Bitch I'm to high
I can't come back
Shoot at me once
Then I buss back
Boy where your funds at
Hop on a track and I run that
Painting a picture like squid ward
Feel like a wizard
Bullets going to hit now he tin man
Hop on the scene like I'm spike lee
You can get clipped up
I never miss feel like hit man
Back out the v toting weaponry
None of you niggas ahead of me
I'm finna do it
I was down bad had to get in my bag
When I back out the v
She going to taste it uh
Got to the chicken
I'm leaving them fired
Pig ran up on me now he bacon
Balling on niggas like cp
Give him a three piece
Niggas ignoring me uh
Get to the buckets in the real league
You in the g league niggas below me uh
You niggas below me uh

Written by:
Nathaniel Flores, Oluwabunmi Obasa

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