"Offset" lyrics
I hate you, 20K
Fuck talking, you gon' have to show me that your trigger work
I'm offset and used to fine digs where I hit her first
Fuzz catching hats, every single one his pictures blurred
Hey, I ain't wrote a rap in a minute
Must be down bad, ain't seen him hold a stack in a minute
I got that print stamp on the back of the mitten
Had to ban him from the trap, that boy bad for the business
I don't like to rap, cap, I rather talk life
I don't want a scat pack, we play Hellcats with the bike
Might've rode in one, but you ain't drove a Hellcat in your life
I never meet my quota, you only made twelve racks in July
I make that shit before noon
In Balenciaga house shoes off of Pro Tools
He getting too jittery, dog pulling coke moves
It's so much white up in the kitchen, I need snow boots
Vegan hoe, all she eat is dick and tofu
Ninety cents will be used to do the script like Goku
My life a movie, better go and get a Roku
All these pieces, I can solve a puzzle like Sudoku
I woke up in a chrome mood
I can coach you, but it ain't coming with no lectures
Winter in that big motherfucker, summer it's a Spectre
Ain't worried about the crowd, boy, I get buckets under pressure
Fuck my ex bitch, that's why I fucked her cousin better
Why the fuck he think he fly? They must've went and cut his feathers
Or leave a body in Fort La right by some sunken treasure
You would think that Cudi name was Ralph, he hit the club and wreck it
Oversized, who the size wars? I got a bum aesthetic
For that green to leave him shredded like a bunch of lettuce
I ain't get a pen with the Pro, you gotta run his credit
Can't even tell you how much DJ Screw we done drank in Texas
Safe to say that DJ screwed if he bump stops
Like DJ Yu, you ask more questions than a fucking cop
Down the toilet with the yellow drank, y'all can flush the snot
All that shit hit nowadays, y'all can flush the Wock'
I'm a thousand miles away, the crib almost complete
That bitch a thousand tiles away
Album almost complete, that bitch a thousand files away
Leave me 'lone, I dinner fake 'bout a thousand smiles a day
Free the real, I know it's more than a thousand trials a day
Go ahead, 'cause we gon' empty a thousand rifles a day
All I need on that road is some weed, a Bible, and drank
Play with us and your life is the price that you gon' pay
You see these princess cuts? Nah, this ain't ice that you can break
I ain't gon' lie, I got a type and I can't fake it
Little redbone bitch, when she get high, she look blaze
Doody blowing Reggie, probably 'bout as high as the basement
My thoughts hit the finish line, you know my mind get to racing
You know I'm with some top tier shit, can't buy it, bitch, you basic
It's just me and Ulysses, I got tired of the Franks
OGs dropped in '90, Jordan 5s, these hoes H
I hate you, 20K
We rocked them six times with the same fucking scam
Pistons game, six seats away from K. Cunningham, shitty boy
I might rock the tech, I'm popping out with Cinch
Oh, that boy think he dope? I guess I'm popping out like fence
Seven-seven, fuck Nico Harrison
Double seven, seven-seven, double seven
You hips good?
Fuck talking, you gon' have to show me that your trigger work
I'm offset and used to fine digs where I hit her first
Fuzz catching hats, every single one his pictures blurred
Hey, I ain't wrote a rap in a minute
Must be down bad, ain't seen him hold a stack in a minute
I got that print stamp on the back of the mitten
Had to ban him from the trap, that boy bad for the business
I don't like to rap, cap, I rather talk life
I don't want a scat pack, we play Hellcats with the bike
Might've rode in one, but you ain't drove a Hellcat in your life
I never meet my quota, you only made twelve racks in July
I make that shit before noon
In Balenciaga house shoes off of Pro Tools
He getting too jittery, dog pulling coke moves
It's so much white up in the kitchen, I need snow boots
Vegan hoe, all she eat is dick and tofu
Ninety cents will be used to do the script like Goku
My life a movie, better go and get a Roku
All these pieces, I can solve a puzzle like Sudoku
I woke up in a chrome mood
I can coach you, but it ain't coming with no lectures
Winter in that big motherfucker, summer it's a Spectre
Ain't worried about the crowd, boy, I get buckets under pressure
Fuck my ex bitch, that's why I fucked her cousin better
Why the fuck he think he fly? They must've went and cut his feathers
Or leave a body in Fort La right by some sunken treasure
You would think that Cudi name was Ralph, he hit the club and wreck it
Oversized, who the size wars? I got a bum aesthetic
For that green to leave him shredded like a bunch of lettuce
I ain't get a pen with the Pro, you gotta run his credit
Can't even tell you how much DJ Screw we done drank in Texas
Safe to say that DJ screwed if he bump stops
Like DJ Yu, you ask more questions than a fucking cop
Down the toilet with the yellow drank, y'all can flush the snot
All that shit hit nowadays, y'all can flush the Wock'
I'm a thousand miles away, the crib almost complete
That bitch a thousand tiles away
Album almost complete, that bitch a thousand files away
Leave me 'lone, I dinner fake 'bout a thousand smiles a day
Free the real, I know it's more than a thousand trials a day
Go ahead, 'cause we gon' empty a thousand rifles a day
All I need on that road is some weed, a Bible, and drank
Play with us and your life is the price that you gon' pay
You see these princess cuts? Nah, this ain't ice that you can break
I ain't gon' lie, I got a type and I can't fake it
Little redbone bitch, when she get high, she look blaze
Doody blowing Reggie, probably 'bout as high as the basement
My thoughts hit the finish line, you know my mind get to racing
You know I'm with some top tier shit, can't buy it, bitch, you basic
It's just me and Ulysses, I got tired of the Franks
OGs dropped in '90, Jordan 5s, these hoes H
I hate you, 20K
We rocked them six times with the same fucking scam
Pistons game, six seats away from K. Cunningham, shitty boy
I might rock the tech, I'm popping out with Cinch
Oh, that boy think he dope? I guess I'm popping out like fence
Seven-seven, fuck Nico Harrison
Double seven, seven-seven, double seven
You hips good?
