Off The Rip

[Intro: White $osa] Woah Lets go Woah [Chorus: White $osa] If you know me I don’t stress bout (about) no money Been having shit just being honest Now I be rapping turned nothing to something And then got a braud she got ass like a pumpkin Know when she twerk it’s gon (going to) bounce like a bunny Walk in yo party and get that bitch jumping Count up them racks and just watch how I thumb it Bitch I’m the shit ain’t no need for a plumber [Verse 1: NLE Choppa] AYE! This shit off the rip Make that boy Rest In Peace If he don't get him, a grip it's a whole lotta killas in here Ubered to the party but the opps got airlift Body bags getting zipped Slam on the opps you could call it a Shaq attack Shoot em’ in the head I don't gotta double back If shе ain't thick enough then I ain't touching that Im gonna chop the bitch down likе a lumberjack Choppas on choppas, I'm trappin' and trappin' We don’t recruit 'cause these nigga be flopping As soon as you opping you turn to (into) a target I ain'’t gon (going to) hesitate imma just spark it I got bout (about) 60 it’s up in the carbon We shit bagging nigga put him in the garbage I got bout 60 it's up in the carbine On we shit bagging nigga I'm in this bitch with Lil Sosa Nigga bet (better) not come approach us, Mmm-M You can get popped like a soda My choppa taller than Yoda, Mmm-M I used to trap out the dova Had a whole brick in my sofa, Mmm-M Remember them days, they ain't know me Now all these bitches they want me, Mmm-M [Chorus: White $osa] If you know me I don’t stress bout (about) no money Been having shit just being honest Now I be rapping turned nothing to something And then got a braud she got ass like a pumpkin Know when she twerk it’s gon (going to) bounce like a bunny Walk in yo party and get that bitch jumping Count up them racks and just watch how I thumb it Bitch I’m the shit ain’t no need for a plumber [Verse 2: White $osa] Woke up one day and just had me some new shit Put on some ice cuz(because) they told me to cool it Knew I was hard so I had to go prove it My Dawgs Wanted Riches So I Said Let’s Get To It, huh I keep the drac in the backpack Make the wrong move Imma make your ass back back, huh Let that bitch hit off the rip Crack that boy up like some chips Then go dip(end his life) Up in Miami I’m lit off the vibes Hop in the Masi She Feeling The Ride Now She Gon Fuck But Not Really My Type She ain’t got no money she kicked out the ride Haters love talking on big woah Really just mad cuz(because) they been broke If they want smoke it’s a kick door Chop Slice Em Up Like It’s Kimbo We Don’t Do Beef on The internet Call up them guys and we gon’ (going to) put a end to that I got the sauce and the season like cinnamon If he ain’t got money he can’t be no kin to me When I’m talking my shit know I mean every word that I say If you cap then I’m flipping the page Got where I am cuz(because) I looked up to God & I prayed I’m still manifesting these days [Chorus: White $osa] If you know me I don’t stress bout(about) no money Been having shit just being honest Now I be rapping turned nothing to something And then got a braud she got ass like a pumpkin Know when she Twerk it’s gon(going to) bounce like a bunny Walk in yo party and get that bitch jumping Count up them racks and just watch how I thumb it Bitch I’m the shit ain’t no need for a plumber