Off Rap

(album: The Last One Left - 2019)

She ain't even make me work for it
I ain't give that bitch a dime, put a Perc' on her
I ain't never letting up, I'm putting pressure on 'em
All these extras off of rap feel like dope money
Niggas in my mentions, "When them shirts comin'?"
Thinking in my head, when that work comin'?
Frustrated 'cause you broke, boy, don't hurt nothing
Don't talk me to death, nigga, serve something

Can't offend me, I'll leave your bankroll in Fendi
These niggas talking too much, looking pity
Met her in the club but the bitch leaving with me
Glizzy in the club, get the strap like I'm...
I mix the heroin with the Off-White
Thirty-three for the jacket, that's a soft price
I'm in them Cartier frames and they chalk white
Fear of God, some racks, so I walk light, ooh
Set up in your territory like it's Fortnite
I speak the truth but I disrespect my court right
You know you supposed to treat the hustle like a sport, right?
State to state, getting backends, nigga, touring life

She ain't even make me work for it
I ain't give that bitch a dime, put a Perc' on her
I ain't never letting up, I'm putting pressure on 'em
All these extras off of rap feel like dope money
Niggas in my mentions, "When them shirts comin'?"
Thinking in my head, when that work comin'?
Frustrated 'cause you broke, boy, don't hurt nothing
Don't talk me to death, nigga, serve something

Nigga, serve something, yeah
Ooh, nigga, serve something, yeah
Well, the climate didn't change but them birds coming
Yeah, she got a pretty face but she ain't worth nothing
I tell her anything to fuck, she think the Percs coming
Wake up, nigga