Off The Top lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Crunchwrap supreme with diablo sauce
I ain't talking ’bout no food, that's just how I talk
Call you "Chum Bucket", walk around without the sauce
I should be a motherf*cking dentist, that's just how I floss

[Verse 2: StanWill]
Dog sh*t, I done came with the dookie roll
Super slick, played the lil’ b*tch like a movie roll
Man, I'm sick and tired of you goofy hoes
Chopstick next to the pape', that's a sushi roll

[Verse 3: TrDee]
Heard them n*ggas looking for me, tell them boys I'm ready
Looking at my mans like, "Is yo shoot hand steady?"
If we ain't f*cking, we ain't talking, yes, this sh*t can get petty
Call [?] when he shoot, he a lefty

[Verse 4: Biltmore Peeko]
I'll leave a n*gga hating like a Nazi
b*tch, I’m with the gang and I see you with the posse
I’m shooting up your street, I'm looking like a zombie
I shot a oldhead ’cause he was f*cking with my mommy
[Verse 5: Big Money Rich]
f*cking with my sister, should've popped him in his sh*t
n*ggas got bows of cookie like Cookie Crisp
b*tches treat my di*k just like licorice
Split the wrapper then passed it to her friend when she finished

[Verse 6: BabyTron]
Dukes made a monster, Frankenstein
Feel like Xzibit, if he slide, I'ma paint his ride
Used to have love, now it's just hate inside
Tried to close the doors but I still found a way inside

[Verse 7: StanWill]
Money on the floor then I’m coming like I'm Icewear
Heard they was sleep so I'm coming like a nightmare
Fire-ass Minnesota piece, he from White Bear
Jumped in the water, you would think I ain't like air

[Verse 8: TrDee]
At the self-scan, got me looking around my shoulders
I think it's time we wake them n*ggas up, just like [?]
I ain't gon' lie, I think my pockets seen more paper than a folder
We taking n*ggas' spots up, y'all know that it's over, n*gga

[Verse 9: Biltmore Peeko]
Keep my circle tight like dun dun da duns
Bullet stuck in his head like his favorite song
All my n*ggas want the bread, we'll take more then
Treat him like a lawn chair, get that n*gga folded
[Verse 10: Big Money Rich]
Sitting in the trap house while the smokers smoking
Holding on to the ratchet like I'm [?]
I seen something that I ain't 'posed to, I ain't even notice
I seen n*ggas seen they opps and they ain't even blow

[Verse 11: BabyTron]
Chilling in the trap, bricks sitting in the chair
Pre-game LeBron, threw some powder in the f*cking air
Think I paid the refs 'cause I ball, it ain't fair
b*tch asking for my heart but I swear it ain't there