Off the Top Part 2 (Amber London Freestyle) lyrics
by Nell
[Verse 1: Yung Simmie]
Yes I'm servin' fiends, yes I'm servin' clean
Crease up in my jeans, on the block I do my thing
And my girl she is a queen; she is a red bone
She hit my cell phone, told that b*tch leave me alone
You know I'm servin' fiends on that block I get that cake
I'm all up in this sh*t I got to get it I can't wait
That 2.7.5 and we walkin' through the gate
You know we in this b*tch, we got the nine all in yo' face
So what the f*ck it is? Let me know while I'm in it
It's that young ass n*gga, get her wet then go swimmin'
Servin' fiends I ain't finished; b*tch I'm Dennis the menace
Gettin' brain till she senseless, I'm that n*gga who senseless
And you n*ggas is senseless, ain't gettin' no cake
b*tch I'm always workin', never heard of a break
Servin' fiends, what you mean, in the f*ckin morning
Man I'm freestylin', I'm in the booth and I'm yawnin'