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