Off the Top

[Intro: YBT]
Yeah
Gang
Y'all know what fuck goin' on
Let's go

[Chorus: YBT]
Ayy, you know I rock real ice (Ice)
Ayy, bitch, we strapped up like a dyke (Boom)
Ayy, this right here straight off the top, no pen or pad, just need a mic (Facts)
Big Glock on me, no time to fight (No)
I hit him twice, my timin' right (What?)
Ayy, I get out my top in real life, that's what my rhymin' ride (Let's go)

[Post-Chorus: YBT]
I bust down on your bitch, nigga
Ayy, bust down on my wrist, nigga (Ice)
Ayy, youngin from the six up in LA tryna make six figures (Racks)
We catch the opps in traffic, spot 'em, got 'em, I say, "Hit, nigga" (Skrrt)
Ayy, .308s, they split niggas
They might sit down a big nigga

[Verse 1: YBT]
Ayy, bitch, I get a rush, I pop a Perc' and go berserk (Let's go)
Ayy, while you was up in school, I was outside tryna lurk (Come here)
I'm walkin' 'round with all this ice on, I gotta stay alert (What else?)
Ayy, dare a nigga try to reach for chain, give his ass a hearse (What else?)
Ayy, we got Dracos (What?) and we got ARPs (And what?)
I dare a nigga try to play with me, it's R.I.P
Ayy, nigga say he want smoke, so I brought the Russian cream
Ayy, you say that you havin' racks, that ain't facts, that's just a dream (That's just a dream)
Uh, yeah, just a dream
Uh, just like Dr. King (Let's go)
Ayy, they know I put on for the six, I put on for my team (Six)
Ayy, 23, yeah, that's the Glock and it came with a beam
Ayy, run up, catch one to the face, leave his head on the scene (Boom)

[Chorus: YBT]
Ayy, you know I rock real ice (Ice)
Ayy, bitch, we strapped up like a dyke
Ayy, this right here straight off the top, no pen or pad, just need a mic (Nah)
Big Glock on me, no time to fight
I hit him twice, my timin' right
Ayy, I get out my top in real life, that's what my rhymin' ride (Facts)

[Post-Chorus: YBT]
I bust down on your bitch, nigga (What else?)
Ayy, bust down on my wrist, nigga (Ice)
Ayy, youngin from the six up in LA tryna make six figures
We catch the opps in traffic, spot 'em, got 'em, I say, "Hit, nigga" (Skrrt)
Ayy, .308s, they split niggas
They might sit down a big nigga

[Verse 3: Setitoff83 & YBT]
You don't wanna make that list, bitch (No)
I'll get you hit, I'm out in LA with a rich bitch (Yeah)
Ice on me got me three-sick (What else?)
Niggas hatin', yeah, I peep shit (I do)
But they know not to sneak diss (They can't)
Niggas see me and don't say shit
'Cause they know I don't play that shit (I don't)
Got thirty shots up on me now, I'm itchin' for to spray that shit (Ayy)
I ain't never went out like a ho, I up that, I'ma spray that bitch (Come on)
You can bet I ain't cuffin' on no ho, oh no way you tryna save that bitch (No way you tryna save that ho)
We don't care if a nigga cop plea or not, we ain't squashin' beef, nigga, save that shit (Hell nah)
Gone off the RP tens (What else?)
We in them real rights, they don't know what we in (Skrrt)
Ayy, do what you want, let's spin (Come on)
When they over they top, new opp in the wind (What else?)
Big 3, niggas know I'ma bend (Uh-huh)
Damn, bitch, we got bodies for real (What else?)
When I up that bitch, I'm goin' for the kill (Yeah)
I'm from East Durham, I was taught to drill (Let's go, Big 3)

[Chorus: YBT]
Ayy, you know I rock real ice (Ice)
Ayy, bitch, we strapped up like a dyke (Boom)
Ayy, this right here straight off the top, no pen or pad, just need a mic (Facts)
Big Glock on me, no time to fight (No)
I hit him twice, my timin' right (What?)
Ayy, I get out my top in real life, that's what my rhymin' ride (Let's go)

[Outro: Setitoff83 & YBT]
Big 3
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on