"Off Top" lyrics
(performed by Lil Yee, Lil Bean & 22nd Jim)
(feat. Larry June)
What's happenin' nigga?
1 Umbrella, the motherfuckin' mob nigga
Nigga see how the fuck we coming
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye-aye
Sh, sh, damn, good job
Uh, and bitch don't check me, man
Check the back of them motherfuckin' ears
Yeah, good job, numbers
Aye, aye, aye, goddamn
1 Umbrella nigga, let me talk my motherfuckin' shit, uh
Off top, on a nigga head 'bout this guap
Chop, handgun square hoes boppin' (Hold on)
I'm countin' so much chicken I can't hide it
Damn, it's been ten years since the drought (Good job)
I'm out, bitch I don't give a fuck about you
I'm ballin', hundred for the couch, just loungin' (Bitch, I have a couch)
Paris, they love the city nigga, all in Paris, they scary
Hidin' 'cause you know a nigga serious
Looking for the low, whoopie with a scope
But I don't need this shit, I can see you from the shoulders
Trappin' moving boulders (Aye)
Plug in Minnesota (Aye)
Thuggin' you don't want it (Aye)
Buggin' you ain't on it, man
Yeah, yeah, jump up out that bitch while it's rolling
I'm a problem, I'm uppin' dog shit, and having motion
Bitch, I put up numbers in the paint like I'm Joker
The Maybach bouncing, it's looking like I'm yolking
Okay, let's play a lil' game, now see who the brokest
They making diss songs right now, that ain't my focus
Ask around, we the one that turn opps to ghosts
Five bedroom, I'm out the way living kosher
Okay, nigga, if you really love that bitch then post her
You mad at me, I hit it one time then I ghost her
If it's ever problems 'round my brothers I'm indulgin'
A four of that potion, I'm in and out of focus, I'm out of here
Off top, on a nigga head 'bout this guap
Chop, handgun square hoes boppin' (Hold on)
I'm countin' so much chicken I can't hide it
Damn, it's been ten years since the drought (Good job)
I'm out, bitch I don't give a fuck about you
I'm ballin', hundred for the couch, just loungin' (Bitch, I have a couch)
Paris, they love the city nigga, all in Paris, they scary
Hidin' 'cause you know a nigga serious
Yeah, bop, 1 Umbrella, she say she want a sign
That's the mob, I help her with her weave every time she give me top
I'm BNER kid, they love me in my city like I'm Brock
Just left Cypress, nigga, every fit come with a Glock
The Glock just like us going to prom, just gotta squeeze it
I fuck the bitch, then see her with the homie, this shit sleazy
When cutty call he always turn me up, that's why I need you
Shit, I'm that golden boy in the S- Class with a diva
Got drac's and ARP's, the chopps sound like Mary J
Playin' "you all I need", the car electric but it still run like it got feet
She said she love my smile like it's diamonds in my teeth, yeah
Off top, on a nigga head 'bout this guap
Chop, handgun square hoes boppin' (Hold on)
I'm countin' so much chicken I can't hide it
Damn, it's been ten years since the drought (Good job)
I'm out, bitch I don't give a fuck about you
I'm ballin', hundred for the couch, just loungin' (Bitch, I have a couch)
Paris, they love the city nigga, all in Paris, they scary
Hidin' 'cause you know a nigga serious
Yeah, off top
Sippin' on this cup, this bitch so potent it got me noddin'
What's that in my pocket? All blues, fifty thousand
Twenty second, nigga, ain't no secret, I be mobbin'
Bouncin' off that sleeve with ARP's, I'm a problem
Touch down anywhere, I make it shake, about a profit
Glass house, countin' fifty floors up, loungin'
Bad bitch, mount it up
Rubber bands and vacuum sealers, nigga, come shop with us
Yeah, fresh up off that rug, got that dog shit on me
I'm bendin' blocks and callin' shots, I'm bigger than your big homie
And any nigga go against this shit, I'm puttin' that bitch on you
Nigga ain't locked in with the team but you could never be a member
Off top, on a nigga head 'bout this guap
Chop, handgun square hoes boppin' (Hold on)
I'm countin' so much chicken I can't hide it
Damn, it's been ten years since the drought (Good job)
I'm out, bitch I don't give a fuck about you
I'm ballin', hundred for the couch, just loungin' (Bitch, I have a couch)
Paris, they love the city nigga, all in Paris, they scary
Hidin' 'cause you know a nigga serious
1 Umbrella, the motherfuckin' mob nigga
Nigga see how the fuck we coming
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye-aye
Sh, sh, damn, good job
Uh, and bitch don't check me, man
Check the back of them motherfuckin' ears
Yeah, good job, numbers
Aye, aye, aye, goddamn
1 Umbrella nigga, let me talk my motherfuckin' shit, uh
Off top, on a nigga head 'bout this guap
Chop, handgun square hoes boppin' (Hold on)
I'm countin' so much chicken I can't hide it
Damn, it's been ten years since the drought (Good job)
I'm out, bitch I don't give a fuck about you
I'm ballin', hundred for the couch, just loungin' (Bitch, I have a couch)
Paris, they love the city nigga, all in Paris, they scary
Hidin' 'cause you know a nigga serious
Looking for the low, whoopie with a scope
But I don't need this shit, I can see you from the shoulders
Trappin' moving boulders (Aye)
Plug in Minnesota (Aye)
Thuggin' you don't want it (Aye)
Buggin' you ain't on it, man
Yeah, yeah, jump up out that bitch while it's rolling
I'm a problem, I'm uppin' dog shit, and having motion
Bitch, I put up numbers in the paint like I'm Joker
The Maybach bouncing, it's looking like I'm yolking
Okay, let's play a lil' game, now see who the brokest
They making diss songs right now, that ain't my focus
Ask around, we the one that turn opps to ghosts
Five bedroom, I'm out the way living kosher
Okay, nigga, if you really love that bitch then post her
You mad at me, I hit it one time then I ghost her
If it's ever problems 'round my brothers I'm indulgin'
A four of that potion, I'm in and out of focus, I'm out of here
Off top, on a nigga head 'bout this guap
Chop, handgun square hoes boppin' (Hold on)
I'm countin' so much chicken I can't hide it
Damn, it's been ten years since the drought (Good job)
I'm out, bitch I don't give a fuck about you
I'm ballin', hundred for the couch, just loungin' (Bitch, I have a couch)
Paris, they love the city nigga, all in Paris, they scary
Hidin' 'cause you know a nigga serious
Yeah, bop, 1 Umbrella, she say she want a sign
That's the mob, I help her with her weave every time she give me top
I'm BNER kid, they love me in my city like I'm Brock
Just left Cypress, nigga, every fit come with a Glock
The Glock just like us going to prom, just gotta squeeze it
I fuck the bitch, then see her with the homie, this shit sleazy
When cutty call he always turn me up, that's why I need you
Shit, I'm that golden boy in the S- Class with a diva
Got drac's and ARP's, the chopps sound like Mary J
Playin' "you all I need", the car electric but it still run like it got feet
She said she love my smile like it's diamonds in my teeth, yeah
Off top, on a nigga head 'bout this guap
Chop, handgun square hoes boppin' (Hold on)
I'm countin' so much chicken I can't hide it
Damn, it's been ten years since the drought (Good job)
I'm out, bitch I don't give a fuck about you
I'm ballin', hundred for the couch, just loungin' (Bitch, I have a couch)
Paris, they love the city nigga, all in Paris, they scary
Hidin' 'cause you know a nigga serious
Yeah, off top
Sippin' on this cup, this bitch so potent it got me noddin'
What's that in my pocket? All blues, fifty thousand
Twenty second, nigga, ain't no secret, I be mobbin'
Bouncin' off that sleeve with ARP's, I'm a problem
Touch down anywhere, I make it shake, about a profit
Glass house, countin' fifty floors up, loungin'
Bad bitch, mount it up
Rubber bands and vacuum sealers, nigga, come shop with us
Yeah, fresh up off that rug, got that dog shit on me
I'm bendin' blocks and callin' shots, I'm bigger than your big homie
And any nigga go against this shit, I'm puttin' that bitch on you
Nigga ain't locked in with the team but you could never be a member
Off top, on a nigga head 'bout this guap
Chop, handgun square hoes boppin' (Hold on)
I'm countin' so much chicken I can't hide it
Damn, it's been ten years since the drought (Good job)
I'm out, bitch I don't give a fuck about you
I'm ballin', hundred for the couch, just loungin' (Bitch, I have a couch)
Paris, they love the city nigga, all in Paris, they scary
Hidin' 'cause you know a nigga serious
