Off!

[Intro]
What's up, nigga?
I look good as fuck, I got a fat ass, and some good pussy
Fuck you niggas talking 'bout this bitch, hahaha
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Bah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Bah)
(Yeah)
(Bah, bah, bah, bah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
It ain't nothing to get his top blown off (Yeah, yeah)
It ain't nothing to get his top blown off
Sipping on that Wock', double cup, I doze off
Money always calling, I can't turn my phone
That bitch wanna fuck me, she gon' take her clothes off
I lost the ceiling on the coupe, I drove off (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
I got two cups, mixing with my Sprite now
Periscope on my chopper, it's on sight now
Keep that pipe up, tell that boy to pipe down (Yeah, yeah)
Pop a Percocet, I fuck that bitch all night now
I'm too high up off these drugs, might miss my flight now
I got niggas who waving flags, it's like the White House
I got bitches, I got hoes, I ain't got no type now
Why these niggas mad at me, boy, that's these hoes fault
Gotta keep a lethal weapon, choppa go off
Catch me riding in a foreign with the doors off
Brodie cooking up the work, can't turn the stove off
Hold that Glock sideways like I'm Odel
See them diamonds, they get cold just like a snowfall
Don't know these niggas, no, we don't know y'all
She want molly, she want lean, she want Percocet
I got Gucci, Louie, and Prada [?]

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
It ain't nothing to get his top blown off (Yeah, yeah)
It ain't nothing to get his top blown off
Sipping on that Wock', double cup, I doze off
Money always calling, I can't turn my phone
That bitch wanna fuck me, she gon' take her clothes off
I lost the ceiling on the coupe, I drove off

[Outro]
Man, I've been bumping your music for like two hours straight, bro
Man, keep up the grind, man
Ooh, it's crazy how far you came, bro, and it's just, man
You really doing it and I just really appreciate the great music, bro