Off White (Feat. CLUTCH)

[Chorus: CLUTCH]

I pull up like 3 deep
Yeah my Niggas on point like a tee pee
Stay widda tre like I'm CP aye
Loud pack that GG
John Cena these Niggas ain't seeing me yeah, these Niggas ain't seeing me
Cept free smoke ain't shit free, boy I'm bout static don't temp me aye

Run it, run it, run it up, run it
4x

[Verse 1: CLUTCH]

I gotta stay in my lane, all this ice on my neck went felipe wit the chain
2 thousand Vera wang, I don't waste time, I don't carry change
I spent 500 on mud, off perkys I'm feeling too geeked in the club
Shorty come here say wassup, I'm on the strip betting dubs
I fell in love with the drug money, that's why me and ya plug got the same life
I got the pack, hit up them workers made re up and profit the same night
When we out in public all the chains bright, Wit a stick on me get changed twice
I know she smart cause her brain nice, yeah I got too high had to change flights
Leek money in a wraith, diamonds fresh up out the lake
I'm a shark in a tank, designer drugs got me in outter space
My shorty say dick is her diet, she take it straight to the face
I gotta catch me a case, I catch more ice than a puck and some skates

[Chorus: CLUTCH]

I pull up like 3 deep, yeah my Niggas on point like a TP
Stay wit a tre like I'm CP aye, loud pack that GG
John cena these Niggas ain't seeing me aye, these Niggas ain't seeing me
Said free smoke ain't shit free, boy I'm bout static don't temp me aye

Run it, run it, run it up, run it
4x

[Intro To Second Half: CLUTCH]

Run it
Yeah
Run it

[Verse 2: CLUTCH]

I don't even want your hoe
I don't wanna blow your dope
I don't known no nigga like me, My diamonds hitting like smoke
Why these niggas act so suspect
If I leave the hood its a upset
Ride round town with a blunt lit
Niggas at my neck I ain't worried bout a fuck Nigga
I keep my shooter around me bitch
Fonem just got out the county bitch
All of these niggas be counterfeit
Be cool with you wanna phony kick it

[Bridge: CLUTCH]
All white with the hi-tec
All white with the
All white with the hi-tec
All white with the hi-tec
All white with the

[Verse 3: CLUTCH]

Run up that check on the daily, Versace my body I look like the 80's
Rolling a frontal I'm lazy, all these pipes on us like the navy
Push to start engine a kilo
My plug out in Venice Moreno
I was out tryna meet Nino
I was tryna save up a C-note
All money in
All money in, I do a 3 way for bro in the dirt
Whatever come first
This milli gone or karma gone fuck round and gimme a hurst
I'm in the vert like it's stolen
Nina my bitch and she on me
This fn might hit through a six pack, that's why I can't see no opponent
GANG
I'm in the whip doing donuts, i'm in the VIP with the pack
I'm on the strip beaten hunts, still in the the club with the strap
Got too many problems, Money always solve em
I drop it then dissolve it, AYE

All white with the hi tec
All white with the hi tec
All white with the hi tec
GANG
GANG
Nigga know what the fuck going on man