Lil Keed - Off Rip

(Skipass, you a fool for this one)

I'm fucking hoes off rip
Water on me, get a ship
My old school might dunk on Forgi wheels (let's go)
My bank card and my back pocket filled with some M's
You talking, you broke, I'ma go and cop another crib
His hoe exposed, yeah, it is what it is (hey)
LA, Bossa Nova or ATL Ruth's Chris
Accepted the money, accepted my sins (hey)
One in the head, we riding with extra clips

I see the bitch with a flood on her wrists
Bank of America, bands on the strips
Go 'head and cuff, I ain't stand the bitch
Nigga can play or get spinned like a frisbee
I'm studio working at top of my crib
Keep bandanas on guns, we tied like a ribbon
Nah, he ain't snitching, he doing his cities
Said when I come home just show me some millions
Showing the Wraith, they showing the Bentley
My partner in the crib and they roll like some Heeley's
I heard the weed you selling is shitty
We smoking on dank, zaza what we dealing
Nah, I ain't playing no games with you
We sending the shots, yeah, we come out a pivot
Know me and the dawgs in the building so we gaggin' a kitty (yeah)
We can make it out, what you talking 'bout? (Yeah)
Flexing through it on the 'Gram, yeah, I gotta climb out (yeah)
I'll never go out like Bow Wow (yeah)
Fresh in Off White when I pop out (yeah)
Yeah, we ride tinted when the cops out (yeah)
Yeah, I'm getting trill with the top off (yeah)
See if you gon' shoot it when it pop off (yeah)
Check Nigeria, yeah, I'm flying to the babas

I'm fucking hoes off rip
Water on me, get a ship
My old school might dunk on Forgi wheels (let's go)
My bank card and my back pocket filled with some M's
You talking, you broke, I'ma go and cop another crib
His hoe exposed, yeah, it is what it is (hey)
LA, Bossa Nova or ATL Ruth's Chris
Accepted the money, accepted my sins (hey)
One in the head, we riding with extra clips

Balmain rips, I guess it's the Balmain drip (Balmain drip)
And we take action, yeah, yeah, no comment (no comment)
Get the fuck out my way, yeah, Hood Baby coming (fuck out my way)
This a 42 with the big Balenci but it look size ten
I'm with some shottas, don dadas in the Wraith with them boys and they gon' spray
I got the spotlight and I ain't paranoid, it's okay
More like the court nigga, we the bottom boys
(Bottoms boys one of the greatest love scenes)
Real drip baby, on the back it's a V
V on the paint 'cause you know you ain't street
Wet the block, shoot three hundred like Reese
Nigga changed more than the change in the beat
Puerto Rico, back end in a freak
Bitches made friends 'cause they all on knees
How they gon' trip when they all on weed?
How they gon' trip when they all on me?
Ayy, Stickbaby pour a deuce of the Lean
Went Meek Mills with the championship ring

I'm fucking hoes off rip
Water on me, get a ship
My old school might dunk on Forgi wheels (let's go)
My bank card and my back pocket filled with some M's
You talking, you broke, I'ma go and cop another crib
His hoe exposed, yeah, it is what it is (hey)
LA, Bossa Nova or ATL Ruth's Chris
Accepted the money, accepted my sins (hey)
One in the head, we riding with extra clips

Written by:
Raqhid Jevon Render

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave

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