Off White Apparel lyrics

[Verse]
Boy your kit so stale, I don't know why the f*ck you wear it
Bad b*tches on my line, I ain’t thinking 'bout no marriage
I got stripes on my back, this is Off White apparel
Smoke exotics to the face, hell yeah I know you smell it
Hit her off some Percocets, got her screaming and yelling
Hell yeah I’m getting money, make a broke n*gga jealous
Why you hang with that n*gga, boy you know that n*gga telling
Pull up big SRT, sound like my granny yelling
Got some Wockhardt now, 'bout to mix it with the red
Got a room with your b*tch, damn near broke the bed
Got a room with your b*tch, damn near broke her legs
No cap, this year, spent a cool hunnid bands
If he tryna hide out, drop a dub on his man
I got pints in the freezer, I'ma take it to the head
Doing donuts in the Lamb', sh*t I’m tryna blow the tran'
Had along ass day bout to pour a four of red
sh*t I could’ve bought a chain but I put it on his head
Pull up two cars deep, one truck and a van
High as hell laying down, spilled my cup in my bed
High as hell laying down and she 'bout to give me head