"OFFERINGS" lyrics
Ransom, Boldy James & Nicholas Craven Lyrics
Grew up a stump down dog number one groundhog
All I got is clucks in junkyards and my call logs
All these bitches dick sucking
All these niggas ball hogging we get money
All winter spring summer fall autumn
Jumping out the dun
Fresher than some palm oil
Got your wife coming home smelling like a pop condom
Barking like a dog named Rubber with the Bow Wow
Rubber bin stacks couple few hundred thou wow
I done made a million in these streets my run legendary
First comes your safety then the corner comes secondary
Y'all don't need these ten crack commandments that was said already
Think you big don't you?
Well you can fit in any cemetery
I done been in every situation you can muster up
We don't make adjustments to these niggas that adjust us
Niggas in a jam my white friends call it clusterfuck
While sitting in that van, I yell
I bet you won't uncuff these cuffs
Y'all niggas rap generic shit
Nigga when it's up and stuck
Never had the feds knocking while looking for the stuff to flush
How these niggas making out
They never gave his OG a date
Well that's the kiss of death
Don't tell that nigga pucker up
You like Escobar in your hood?
Okay enough's enough
You the type I'd punch all in your chest until you toughen up
Your wife went up pout about a bag?
I tell her suck it up
There's too many weirdos in this world and not enough for us
You up a stump down dog number one groundhog
All I got is clucks and junkyards in my call logs
All these bitches dick sucking
All these niggas ball hogging
And we get money
All winter spring summer fall autumn
Jumping out the dun
Fresher than some palm oil
Got your wife coming home
Smellin' like a pop condom
Barkin' like a dog named Rover with the Bow Wow
Rubber bin stacks couple few hundred thou wow
They know I'm from Hill Block
Nigga's stripping my own source
Playin' with that food
I'll turn your kitchen to the child horse
Spot smell like pine cones
High-tech and pine soil
Cowboy no rhinestone
Bounce back like Ron Boy
Baby send bricks and limestone
Without no childcare
Town home skirmin'
While I'm burnin' up to town square
Playin' with that sack
I get you laid out like a lawn chair
Catch a case on my behalf
We scrapin' up that bonfire
Put on for my hood
I know they love the way I carry it
All my money off the bus
They call me the librarian
Caught a couple Daryl strawberries
Cross from Ludington
Luck been locked in the library
He been studyin'
Touchin' ducats like a bag boy
We be duffin'in'
Chasin' big bank blazin'
Dank while we hustlin'
Sippin' good drink in the wraith
Off a Sunderland
My pape talk for me
I don't do a lot of mumblin'
Grew up a stumped-down dog
Number one groundhog
All I got is clucks in junkyards
In my car logs
All these bitches dick-suckin'
All these niggas ball-hoggin'
We get money
All winter spring summer fall autumn
Jumpin' out the dun
Fresher than some Paul Marlin
Got your wife comin' home
Smellin' like a pop condom
Barkin' like a dog named
Rubber with the Bow Wow
Rubber Ben Stacks
Couple few hundred thou-wow
All I got is clucks in junkyards and my call logs
All these bitches dick sucking
All these niggas ball hogging we get money
All winter spring summer fall autumn
Jumping out the dun
Fresher than some palm oil
Got your wife coming home smelling like a pop condom
Barking like a dog named Rubber with the Bow Wow
Rubber bin stacks couple few hundred thou wow
I done made a million in these streets my run legendary
First comes your safety then the corner comes secondary
Y'all don't need these ten crack commandments that was said already
Think you big don't you?
Well you can fit in any cemetery
I done been in every situation you can muster up
We don't make adjustments to these niggas that adjust us
Niggas in a jam my white friends call it clusterfuck
While sitting in that van, I yell
I bet you won't uncuff these cuffs
Y'all niggas rap generic shit
Nigga when it's up and stuck
Never had the feds knocking while looking for the stuff to flush
How these niggas making out
They never gave his OG a date
Well that's the kiss of death
Don't tell that nigga pucker up
You like Escobar in your hood?
Okay enough's enough
You the type I'd punch all in your chest until you toughen up
Your wife went up pout about a bag?
I tell her suck it up
There's too many weirdos in this world and not enough for us
You up a stump down dog number one groundhog
All I got is clucks and junkyards in my call logs
All these bitches dick sucking
All these niggas ball hogging
And we get money
All winter spring summer fall autumn
Jumping out the dun
Fresher than some palm oil
Got your wife coming home
Smellin' like a pop condom
Barkin' like a dog named Rover with the Bow Wow
Rubber bin stacks couple few hundred thou wow
They know I'm from Hill Block
Nigga's stripping my own source
Playin' with that food
I'll turn your kitchen to the child horse
Spot smell like pine cones
High-tech and pine soil
Cowboy no rhinestone
Bounce back like Ron Boy
Baby send bricks and limestone
Without no childcare
Town home skirmin'
While I'm burnin' up to town square
Playin' with that sack
I get you laid out like a lawn chair
Catch a case on my behalf
We scrapin' up that bonfire
Put on for my hood
I know they love the way I carry it
All my money off the bus
They call me the librarian
Caught a couple Daryl strawberries
Cross from Ludington
Luck been locked in the library
He been studyin'
Touchin' ducats like a bag boy
We be duffin'in'
Chasin' big bank blazin'
Dank while we hustlin'
Sippin' good drink in the wraith
Off a Sunderland
My pape talk for me
I don't do a lot of mumblin'
Grew up a stumped-down dog
Number one groundhog
All I got is clucks in junkyards
In my car logs
All these bitches dick-suckin'
All these niggas ball-hoggin'
We get money
All winter spring summer fall autumn
Jumpin' out the dun
Fresher than some Paul Marlin
Got your wife comin' home
Smellin' like a pop condom
Barkin' like a dog named
Rubber with the Bow Wow
Rubber Ben Stacks
Couple few hundred thou-wow
