Off-White lyrics

by

Foster


[Intro]
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah
Finesse him and sell him the Karo
Slidin' with Jaylo

[Chorus]
I went from rocking off-brand, now I rock Off-White
These n*ggas is out of pocket, I let my dog bite
Why the f*ck you bring a pus*y cat to a dog fight?
b*tch, I pop it like two or three Perky-erkies off the early
Don't block it, I been geekin' all night
Finesse him and sell him the Karo
Slidin' with Jaylo
I play with the work like Play-Dough
Hah, you better lay low
I belittle a n*gga like I'm finna shank him
You got caught on the rope, n*gga, hook, line, and sinker
Put an iron on the n*gga but he ain't got rank ups
I been stacking my cheddar cheese, no Pringles

[Verse]
A lot of these n*ggas flamboyant
Two twin Glocks but they ain't conjoined
I'm a migo, n*gga, but don't get me deported
I'ma go AWOL, they try to deploy me
Was home invading 'cause I wasn't employed
I be teleporting, b*tch, I'm hard to avoid
I stopped f*cking with shawty 'cause she was annoying
Tryna FaceTime me on the joint
Get off of my di*k, I won't sign to your label
Unless you put a million dollars on the table
I remix the work like I'm rocking a cradle
You a dead man walking, this sh*t can get fatal
How you hate on your brother? You worser than Kane and Abel
Charger on me, n*gga, don't get disabled
Sticky fingers, I been sipping on maple
My chopper a pervert, I make him rape you
I'm way too busy flexing
f*ck dope, I sell illegal weapons
I'm in LA and I don't gotta check in
I got a couple felons in my section
Ooh, these n*ggas pay for protection
Freak b*tch 'bout to swallow an erection
I saw the G.O.A.T. when I saw my reflection
I made a bag off of jugg and finessin'

[Chorus]
I went from rocking off-brand, now I rock Off-White
These n*ggas is out of pocket, I let my dog bite
Why the f*ck you bring a pus*y cat to a dog fight?
b*tch, I pop it like two or three Perky-erkies off the early
Don't block it, I been geekin' all night
Finesse him and sell him the Karo
Slidin' with Jaylo
I play with the work like Play-Dough
Hah, you better lay low
I belittle a n*gga like I'm finna shank him
You got caught on the rope, n*gga, hook, line, and sinker
Put an iron on the n*gga but he ain't got rank ups
I been stacking my cheddar cheese, no Pringles

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