Show Off

[Intro]
Yea Yea

[Verse 1]
She said I'ma show off
I run the money up nigga like go off
No laws, these niggas is pussy, they soft, got no balls
Beef on the internet, like some lil ass bitches, I don't get involved
Now my neck be lit up like its Christmas, call me Jack Frost
The way I spend a check then get it back they think I'm bank fraud
Fuckin on this bitch then give her back, she take my tank off
We beefing on the streets they hit the cells get they shank on
You left your little bitch I'm at her crib getting my plank on

[Chorus]
Choppa make a nigga hopscotch
Ooh, pistol make a nigga beatbox
Ooh, u think I'm stressing pussy we not
Ooh, purest coke I got the streets hot

[Verse 2]
Fuckin' on these bitches, get the money, how it goes
My neck is like a glacier, go see [?] get it froze
Fetty a real trapper he got P's, G's and O's
I don't wanna fuck your lady, she can't keep her mouth closed
Marilyn Monroe, bad ass white bitch, she wanna share with the bros
Where'd he go, 'bout to catch a flight, go chill with the pros
Niggas is hoes, only time will tell you'll get exposed
She play with her rose, I'm in this bitch so deep she curl her toes
Play your role lil bitch, I'll cut you off, you won't be missed

He said he want some wock
Sold his pussy ass some [?]
Everyday is Christmas, all these bitches getting gifts
Diamonds bling bling, glisten like Sierra Mist

[Chorus]
Show off
Choppa make a nigga hopscotch
Ooh, pistol make a nigga beatbox
Ooh, u think I'm stressing pussy we not
Ooh, purest coke I got the streets hot
Show off

Choppa make a nigga hopscotch
Ooh, pistol make a nigga beatbox
Ooh, u think I'm stressing pussy we not
Ooh, purest coke I got the streets hot