Yung Lil - Off The Top
Yeah, Yung Lil, let me tell them, huh yeahWhen I pull up on your block
Spring that pistol let it rock
I'm just spitting off the top
Lil bad bitch she give me top
I just bring her to the spot
After that her number's blocked
Try to run up you get rocked
When I pull up on your block
When I pull up on your block
Spring that pistol let it rock
I'm just spitting off the top
Lil bad bitch she give me top
I just bring her to the spot
After that her number's blocked
Try to run up you get rocked
When I pull up on your block
I was posted on the block
Ogontz Ave was the spot
I was running from the cops
But now my pockets full of knots
Grew up in the boondocks
Smoking on that moonrock
I don't even wanna talk if it ain't even about that guap
And I'm Riding for my niggas till my Tank on E
Y'all ain't never been outside y'all some fake OG's
Know this game is my house imma break your lease
If I'm running outta money imma take your cheese
Know my flip phone was metro
Now all my Jordan's they retro
And I got the gas like a petro
And my account booming like metro
That's why I'm Balling like my name was stoudamire
Pull up with them sticks and imma start a fire
Bad bitches and they multiply
Cuz money cars cash and hoes is my desire
Niggas trynna mimic my attire just make sure you give props nigga
Try me and ain't shit sweet When I pull up on your block, nigga
When I pull up on your block
Spring that pistol let it rock
I'm just spitting off the top
Lil bad bitch she give me top
I just bring her to the spot
After that her number's blocked
Try to run up you get rocked
When I pull up on your block
When I pull up on your block
Spring that pistol let it rock
I'm just spitting off the top
Lil bad bitch she give me top
I just bring her to the spot
After that her number's blocked
Try to run up you get rocked
When I pull up on your block
12s in the trunk so you know I got bass
Sipping on that henny take it straight to the face
Run up on me nigga better say your grace
Frauding ass bul man you niggas a disgrace
Know I'm headed to the top but you know it's not a race
This is only the beginning I'm just giving you a taste
Pull up on your girl bought her straight to the place
Bought the bitch a weave then I nutted in her lace
My bitch Superbad she get the mclovin
Even tho I can't be with her in public
Cuz my main bitch would get mad at me
And then catch a charge like a battery
Get it battery and then catch a charge
I was broke now a nigga living large
12 car garage like I'm 21 and I swear a nigga got no heart
Don't wanna do your they know imma shooter
Pull up with that stick that's as long as a ruler
And spraying that shit till I bust your medulla
Got a Hundred round clip that's inside of the ruger
Leave you praying to god and that's word to Buddha
My niggas a army don't need a recruiter
Huh, yeah
My niggas a army don't need a recruiter
When I pull up on your block
Spring that pistol let it rock
I'm just spitting off the top
Lil bad bitch she give me top
I just bring her to the spot
After that her number's blocked
Try to run up you get rocked
When I pull up on your block
When I pull up on your block
Spring that pistol let it rock
I'm just spitting off the top
Lil bad bitch she give me top
I just bring her to the spot
After that her number's blocked
Try to run up you get rocked
When I pull up on your block
Yo, welcome to the debut album
I told y'all I wasn't going to let y'all down with this one, yeah let's get it
Written by:
Khalil Harris
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