Off Rip (feat. Lil Gotit)

I'm fucking hoes off rip
 Water on me, get a ship
 My old school might dunk on Forgi wheels
 My back car and my back pocket filled with some M's
 You talking, you broke, I'ma go and cop another crib
 His ho exposed, yeah, it is what it is
 LA buzzin' up or ATL Ruth's Chris
 Accepted the money, accepted my sins
 One in the head, we riding with extra clips
 Back to the basic with flood on our wrists
 Bank of America, bands on the strips
 Go 'head and cuff, I ain't stand the bitch
 Nigga can play or get spinned like a frisbee
 I'm studio working at top of my crib
 Keep bandanas on guns, we tied like a ribbon
 Nah, he ain't snitching, he doing his cities
 Say we not come home without show me some millions
 Showing the Wraith, they showing the Bеntley
 My partner in the crib and thеy roll like some Heeley's
 I heard the weed you selling is shitty
 We smoking on dank, zaza what we dealing
 Nah, I ain't playing no games with you
 We sending the shots, yeah, we come out a pivot
 Know me and the dawgs in the building so we go get the kitty
 We can make it out, what you talking 'bout?
 Flexing through it on the 'Gram, yeah, I gotta climb out
 I'll never go out like Bow Wow
 Fresh in Off White when I pop out
 Yeah, we ride tinted when the cops out
 Yeah, I'm getting thrill with the top off
 See if you gon' shoot it when it pop off
 Jet Nigeria, I'm flyin' to the Bow Wow
 I'm fucking hoes off rip
 Water on me, get a ship
 My old school might dunk on Forgi wheels
 My back car and my back pocket filled with some M's
 You talking, you broke, I'ma go and cop another crib
 His ho exposed, yeah, it is what it is
 LA buzzin' up or ATL Ruth's Chris
 Accepted the money, accepted my sins
 One in the head, we riding with extra clips
 Balmain rips, I guess it's the Balmain drip
 And we take action, yeah, yeah, no comment
 Get the fuck out my way, yeah, Hood Baby coming
 This a 42 with the big Balenci but it look size ten
 I'm with some shottas, don dadas the rave for 'em all, and they gon' spray
 I got the spotlight and I ain't paranoid, it's okay
 All out the corner nigga, we the bottom boys
 (My lil' boys all the greeatest I've seen)
 Real drip baby, I'm the bank, get some V
 V on the paint 'cause you know you ain't street
 Wet the block, shoot 300 like Reese
 Nigga changed more than the change in the beat
 Put a freak ho back in a freak
 Bitches made friends 'cause they all on knees
 How they gon' trip when they all on weed?
 How they gon' trip when they all on me?
 Ayy, Stickbaby pour a deuce of the lean
 Went Meek Mills with the championship ring
 I'm fucking hoes off rip
 Water on me, get a ship
 My old school might dunk on Forgi wheels
 My back car and my back pocket filled with some M's
 You talking, you broke, I'ma go and cop another crib
 His ho exposed, yeah, it is what it is
 LA buzzin' up or ATL Ruth's Chris
 Accepted the money, accepted my sins
 One in the head, we riding with extra clips