Off The Dribble lyrics

[Intro]
Alright, let's put these motherf*ckin' headphones on
Yeah, I'ma just go off the head
Just record me right here, yeah

[Verse]
I'm hoping I can touch a hundred bands by tonight
I'm lowkey stressing but I still bought the ice
Bust another knot then I bought my son a bike
Bust another knot then I bought my son a bike
I'm always by myself 'cause I don't trust a lot of n*ggas
Lowkey XD, forty in the kitchen
I f*ck with square n*ggas, I f*ck with street n*ggas
TM on the beat so you know this b*tch a hitter
I still gotta jugg for my motherf*cking pints
You thinking I'm your boyfriend, you must be sniffing nitrous
Tools on the Beamer, got that b*tch looking righteous
Tools on the Beamer, got that b*tch looking righteous
Switch it up, off the beat, one time
Damn damn damn, damn damn damn
Run up on a n*gga with the four five
Keep going Larry, sock it to me
Came up, noww they say a n*gga changed
I remember cold nights on the blade
(f*ck, keep it rolling, keep it rolling
I'ma just switch it all the way up)
I don't know owe a n*gga sh*t, I been working like a b*tch
I don't do it like to brag, but this sh*t here feel like ten
I don't do no f*cking xans, I like Beamers, I like Benz
Twenty-five for the bag, one for me, on for the b*tch
Off the dribble, 'nother six
Ho I need a money counter
Call me Uncle Larry, leave her drippin' like a water fountain
When I'm in Atlanta, pull up on my brother Sean Kelly
I got plenty b*tches, every time I ask her she gon' let me
Hit it from the back, then she make me grab her some spaghetti
Man the head so good I dropped my iPhone 7, uh
Everything a n*gga do you know it's f*cking A-1
Had a whole lot of b*tches but I never paid one
Took the b*tch to Napa Valley, told her pinkies off the cup
Plain hoody, Saint Laurent, eight-fifty off the jump, yeah, uh
[Outro]
Merry Christmas b*tch ass n*gga
You know what I'm sayin', TFM
Off the dribble
Keep the change, ya filthy animal