Off Top lyrics

[intro]
We missed you, Faygo
(brehhh! Duahh!)

[verse 1]
Straight out da crib i tote my f*cking Glock (tote my Glock)
And every dollar that I make that adds another opp (that's a opp)
I pull up flex on a n*gga like wtf he thought? (what he thought)
He think he tough I'm with my goblins we gon' spin that block (bleh, bah bah, bah)
Then spin that b*tch again
I don't need no friends just my brothers and my f*cking kin
Only Benjamin, make these boujee stripper b*tches dance
I be off these drugs, be so high can't see where to land (yah, yahahahaaa)
Why they think i'm just another man? (bleh!)
Might drop dat fye sh*t on em that's gon' make em think again (beep!)
I put some fly sh*t on my b*tch just like I'm pеter pan
I walk around wit a revolver likе i'm dirty dan (bleh! bleh!)
And i stay smoking on dat loud but dis a different strand (yea)
She caught me once and I can never trust that b*tch again (yea)
No silver spoon but I guess god just dealt me out dis hand
I play my cards and I win over and over again
I never let no f*ck n*gga play with me
Don't never throw shade on me
I don't give a f*ck if that b*tch hate on me she'll still try to lay on me (yahhh)
Don't you ever put your trust on me do you know it's a snake in me? (slatt, slatt)
Love that b*tch cuz she real and she love every mistake in me
I came in wit a brand new bih cuz my old bih couldn't stay with me
He can't tell me pull dat choppa on him now he acing me (yahh)
Think bout death everyday I really think life I really think life is lacing me
If I lay down di*k and I do wrong she still chasing me (go!, go!)
Rarely staying on a n*gga b*tch I'm only 17
17 gotta get this green n*gga f*ck you mean
Rob the plug don't feel sorry for him, we took all his things
n*gga mad n*gga out bad he can not be me, yah
He think he fye and sh*t
Until I fry his sh*t
She steady selling hope and I'm not buying sh*t (yahhh)
She f*cking with faygo (yahh) and she not hiding sh*t (yah, yah)
I heard she got a man (brehh) heard he be crying n sh*t (breh breh)
I know he got the news, i ripped her spine n sh*t
I sent her back to him (skrt), thought she was mine n sh*t (brrr)
I'm tryna cop a chain, the type to blind a b*tch (yah yah)
I'm tryna go and buss a AP down up on my wrist (b*tch!)
And he's a sad ass n*gga we know dat he counterfeit (b*tch!)
He said he won't fold when it's pressure but i'm doubting it
I don't like money on no card cuz I like counting it
Won't do no feature if I'm not get nothing out of it
Don't get slimed b*tch (slatt), I'm on my slime sh*t
Don't try to help when I come up won't get a dime b*tch
Ain't got no love for you get that out your mind b*tch
I lost my heart like way back way back to be honest
(I lost my heart like way back way back to be honest)