Off the sh*ts lyrics

[Intro: Brennan Savage & Drippin So Pretty]
On the block
On the block
I'ma switch it up a little bit

[Verse 1: Brennan Savage]
Eh
Eh
This sh*t ain't a game I could tell off top
Look, boy we ain't the same
Straight up out the womb
I got Savage in my name
I be drippin sauce, too much you can not contain
Heard you talking? What you sayin? (aye)
Me and Drip pullin up we off the sh*ts
Ridin round south with amigos sellin bricks
Kickin in doors, they call me Karate Kid
I know that you ran ahead when I pulled up to your crib (What's wrong bro?)
I never front
Do what I want
I see the 12 I'ma me eat up the blunt
I'ma show up
Walk in the function I pull out the bag, and you ask for a blunt
You want a blunt?
You is a chump
You is a pus*y, I call you my son
[Verse 2: Drippin So Pretty]
Ya pus*y
I eat pus*y
I eat pus*y
What? What?
b*tch, I pull up to your spot, one thing
I know you saw me on the block, in my white tee
Blow in my white tee
Clean in my white tee
All these little bad b*tches wanna f*ck me
Ya I pull up on these lights in the I cannot pronounce
Ya I'm so disrespectful cause I f*cked her on the couch
Ya, Drip is so pretty
I walk in and they announce
Boy you trappin?
I don't think so, cause you only moving out
[?] f*ck your b*tch in a foreign
Me and Brennan Savage f*ck your b*tch in the back of a Cadillac
Yo, ya