Off Rip

[Intro]

(Skipass, you a fool for this one)

[Chorus: Lil Keed]

I'm fuckin' hoes, off rip

Water on me, get a ship

My old school might dunk on Forgi' wheels

My bank card and my back pocket filled with some M's

You keep talkin', you broke, I'ma go and cop another crib

His ho exposed, yeah, it is what it is

L.A. Bossa Nova or ATL Ruth's Chris

Accepted the money, accepted my sins

One in the head, we ridin' with extra clips

[Verse 1: Lil Keed]

Back to the biz' with flood on our wrists

Bank of America, bands on the strips

Go 'head and cuff, I ain't stand the bitch

Nigga can play or get spinned like a frisbee

I'm studio workin' on top of my crib

Keep bandanas on guns, we tied like a ribbon

Nah, he ain't snitchin', he doin' his cities

[?], just show me some millions

Showin' the Wraith, they showin' thе Bentley

My partner in thе crib and they roll like some Heely's

I heard the weed you sellin' is shitty

We smokin' on dank, ZaZa what we dealin'

Nah, I ain't playin' no games with you

We sendin' the shots, yeah, we come out a pivot

Know me and the dawgs in the building so we [?] kitty

We can make it out, what you talkin' 'bout?

Flexin' through it on the 'Gram, yeah, I gotta climb out

I'll never go out like Bow Wow

Virgil, Off-White when I pop out

Yeah, we ride tinted when the cops out

Yeah, I'm gettin' trill with the top off

See if you gon' shoot it when it pop off

[?], yeah, I'm flyin' to the [?]

[Chorus: Lil Keed]

I'm fuckin' hoes, off rip

Water on me, get a ship

My old school might dunk on Forgi' wheels

My bank card and my back pocket filled with some M's

You keep talkin', you broke, I'ma go and cop another crib

His ho exposed, yeah, it is what it is

L.A. Bossa Nova or ATL Ruth's Chris

Accepted the money, accepted my sins

One in the head, we ridin' with extra clips

[Verse 2: Lil Gotit]

Balmain rips, I guess it's the Balmain drip

And we take action, yeah, yeah, no comment

Get the fuck out my way, yeah, Hood Baby coming

This a forty-two with the big Balenci', but it look size ten

I'm with some shottas, don dadas [?], and they gon' spray

I got the spotlight and I ain't paranoid, it's okay

[?], we the bottom boys

Real drip, baby, I'm the [?]

Nigga, on the [?] 'cause you know you ain't street

Wet the block, shoot three hundred like Reese

Nigga changed more than the change in the beat

Put a freak ho back in a freak

Bitches made friends 'cause they all on knees

How they gon' trip when they all on weed?

How they gon' trip when they all on me?

Ayy, StickBaby pour a deuce of the lean

Went Meek Mill's with the Championship ring

[Chorus: Lil Keed]

I'm fuckin' hoes, off rip

Water on me, get a ship

My old school might dunk on Forgi' wheels

My bank card and my back pocket filled with some M's

You keep talkin', you broke, I'ma go and cop another crib

His ho exposed, yeah, it is what it is

L.A. Bossa Nova or ATL Ruth's Chris

Accepted the money, accepted my sins

One in the head, we ridin' with extra clips