"Off White" lyrics
Fuck, fuck, fuck (fuck, fuck, fuck)
This shit too expensive
This shit too expensive
Fag ain't poppin' out
Why the fuck you happy about my Glock?
You can't see my Glock (my Glock)
You got hella tricks beside that bitch
You look like a pawn shop (pawn shop)
I get out and run with drugs and guns
Ain't no coppin' out
I get out and run with guns and drugs
That's where I get behind
Only fuckin' drugs on my mind
I can't get no thot on my time
Diamonds glisten and motherfuckers shine (motherfuckers shine)
Havin' an off-white drip (off-white)
Yeah, so I jump in the crowd (the crowd)
I got the spotlight on high (on high)
Nigga tryna find out my prime (my prime)
Nigga don't even know where my prime
Nigga not tough, he just come up around
Now my big bro, we gon' break the pack down
Kick in your door, we come out with five
Trick her in the backseat with karate chops
Thank you, yeah, Zaza, he gettin' re-rocked
They tryna battle the legs, I'm on beat
ARP on a passenger seat
Get tatted up, I just finna my sleeves
I'm winnin' that race, you in my rear view
I got your bitch in my hotel room
This shit too expensive
This shit too expensive
Fag ain't poppin' out
Why the fuck you happy about my Glock?
You can't see my Glock (my Glock)
You got hella tricks beside that bitch
You look like a pawn shop (pawn shop)
I get out and run with drugs and guns
Ain't no coppin' out
I get out and run with guns and drugs
That's where I get behind
Only fuckin' drugs on my mind
I can't get no thot on my time
Diamonds glisten and motherfuckers shine (motherfuckers shine)
Racin' back to the block after the mint
Nigga always wanna be caught up in shit
Get what I want, I'm the bitch on it
Got the shit out the fuckin' basement
Steady clutch and Glock on waistline
All this hoe ride, I'm finna hotline
All the turnt shit, all the turnt vibes
Turn that shit all up, brother, then burn that
I real quick and for all in the night
You can still see my chain, turn off the light
Kick your ass out the door if you not get pipe
You fuck about to see me or nothin'
If I ain't fuckin' your bitch, I use lakin'
Stuck in racks with my genie, shit westin'
Full of black shirt, this shit look industrial
Dab out on L's, there ain't no discussion
This shit too expensive
This shit too expensive
Fag ain't poppin' out
Why the fuck you happy about my Glock?
You can't see my Glock (my Glock)
You got hella tricks beside that bitch
You look like a pawn shop (pawn shop)
I get out and run with drugs and guns
Ain't no coppin' out
I get out and run with guns and drugs
That's where I get behind
Only fuckin' drugs on my mind
I can't get no thot on my time
Diamonds glisten and motherfuckers shine (motherfuckers shine)
This shit too expensive
This shit too expensive
Fag ain't poppin' out
Why the fuck you happy about my Glock?
You can't see my Glock (my Glock)
You got hella tricks beside that bitch
You look like a pawn shop (pawn shop)
I get out and run with drugs and guns
Ain't no coppin' out
I get out and run with guns and drugs
That's where I get behind
Only fuckin' drugs on my mind
I can't get no thot on my time
Diamonds glisten and motherfuckers shine (motherfuckers shine)
Havin' an off-white drip (off-white)
Yeah, so I jump in the crowd (the crowd)
I got the spotlight on high (on high)
Nigga tryna find out my prime (my prime)
Nigga don't even know where my prime
Nigga not tough, he just come up around
Now my big bro, we gon' break the pack down
Kick in your door, we come out with five
Trick her in the backseat with karate chops
Thank you, yeah, Zaza, he gettin' re-rocked
They tryna battle the legs, I'm on beat
ARP on a passenger seat
Get tatted up, I just finna my sleeves
I'm winnin' that race, you in my rear view
I got your bitch in my hotel room
This shit too expensive
This shit too expensive
Fag ain't poppin' out
Why the fuck you happy about my Glock?
You can't see my Glock (my Glock)
You got hella tricks beside that bitch
You look like a pawn shop (pawn shop)
I get out and run with drugs and guns
Ain't no coppin' out
I get out and run with guns and drugs
That's where I get behind
Only fuckin' drugs on my mind
I can't get no thot on my time
Diamonds glisten and motherfuckers shine (motherfuckers shine)
Racin' back to the block after the mint
Nigga always wanna be caught up in shit
Get what I want, I'm the bitch on it
Got the shit out the fuckin' basement
Steady clutch and Glock on waistline
All this hoe ride, I'm finna hotline
All the turnt shit, all the turnt vibes
Turn that shit all up, brother, then burn that
I real quick and for all in the night
You can still see my chain, turn off the light
Kick your ass out the door if you not get pipe
You fuck about to see me or nothin'
If I ain't fuckin' your bitch, I use lakin'
Stuck in racks with my genie, shit westin'
Full of black shirt, this shit look industrial
Dab out on L's, there ain't no discussion
This shit too expensive
This shit too expensive
Fag ain't poppin' out
Why the fuck you happy about my Glock?
You can't see my Glock (my Glock)
You got hella tricks beside that bitch
You look like a pawn shop (pawn shop)
I get out and run with drugs and guns
Ain't no coppin' out
I get out and run with guns and drugs
That's where I get behind
Only fuckin' drugs on my mind
I can't get no thot on my time
Diamonds glisten and motherfuckers shine (motherfuckers shine)
