Off The Dribble

[Intro] Alright, let's put these motherfuckin' headphones on Yeah, I'ma just go off the head Just record me right here, yeah [Verse] I'm hoping I can touch a hundred bands by tonight I'm lowkey stressing but I still bought the ice Bust another knot then I bought my son a bike Bust another knot then I bought my son a bike I'm always by myself 'cause I don't trust a lot of niggas Lowkey XD, forty in the kitchen I fuck with square niggas, I fuck with street niggas TM on the beat so you know this bitch a hitter I still gotta jugg for my motherfucking pints You thinking I'm your boyfriend, you must be sniffing nitrous Tools on the Beamer, got that bitch looking righteous Tools on the Beamer, got that bitch looking righteous Switch it up, off the beat, one time Damn damn damn, damn damn damn Run up on a nigga with the four five Keep going Larry, sock it to me Came up, noww they say a nigga changed I remember cold nights on the blade (fuck, keep it rolling, keep it rolling I'ma just switch it all the way up) I don't know owe a nigga shit, I been working like a bitch I don't do it like to brag, but this shit here feel like ten I don't do no fucking xans, I like Beamers, I like Benz Twenty-five for the bag, one for me, on for the bitch Off the dribble, 'nother six Ho I need a money counter Call me Uncle Larry, leave her drippin' like a water fountain When I'm in Atlanta, pull up on my brother Sean Kelly I got plenty bitches, every time I ask her she gon' let me Hit it from the back, then she make me grab her some spaghetti Man the head so good I dropped my iPhone 7, uh Everything a nigga do you know it's fucking A-1 Had a whole lot of bitches but I never paid one Took the bitch to Napa Valley, told her pinkies off the cup Plain hoody, Saint Laurent, eight-fifty off the jump, yeah, uh [Outro] Merry Christmas bitch ass nigga You know what I'm sayin', TFM Off the dribble Keep the change, ya filthy animal