Lil Shipe - Off Top

On top my game and I'm ready for the slaughter
Outchea playing dirty, so we gotta do em awful
Trappin for the future, cuz we not promised tomorrow
Don't ask me for favors, got nothing that you can borrow
Fuckin with the vibes, something she wan' be apart of
Got up in that mix, slid like Teddy Bridgewater
Talking stock with my older cousin from Benton Harbor
Kickers bang hard, but the leather much softer
Shawty hit my line wanted her a couple grams
Made her cashapp me some of them payments from Onlyfans
Melaninated, I don't need a tan
Disappear, ain't use my hands
Rollie watch couple bands
There's no similar artist, there's nothing like him
They should fuck with something that don't sound like them
Blunt lit still maintain
Fuck it doe, Burnie Mac gotta do his thang
World wide cross the country, let that bubble nigga
We always talkin' about money don't discuss you nigga
I never lied if I told you that I love you nigga
Never let a hoe be the reason i'm in trouble nigga
They found out about my hustle made it double nigga
Not tryna get that bag with me then it's fuck you nigga
All these rappers light work, I just dust you niggaz
I'm on a whole nother level, way above you nigga
Pulling triggers, am the party, we don't need a host
Celebrate for making plays not for being broke
Shit too real outchea, they doing the most
Lah mama acting up, i'm showing her just where to go
Flow retarded
White tee stain, it hit the garbage
Ain't tryna hear none of that, gonna get it regardless
They don't even make art, call themself an artist
Gon be sick when them toys out when we park it

Written by:
Lil Shipe

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