Songtext Off-white (hood baby 2) Lil Gotit

Off-white (hood baby 2)

10
Fifty, I love you

Off-white bitch with the Off-White, yeah
Off-White, Off-White, Off-White, yeah
Bitch, I got some money, broke niggas over there
Bullets taking [?] all cuttin' through your head
Wrist, ooh, seasick
Riding with them sticks in a big-body C6
Doing lil' bitch suckin' me and you kiss-kiss
Geeked out my mind, pouring fours in a Sunkist
Bop, bop
Sipping on Wock'
Opp niggas get popped
Past shooter with an iced-out clock
Shawty, yeah, you got one shot
Ain't dying, we ain't drinking on Scotch
Lil' bitch got slop my top
Took the top off the truck [?]

Nigga, stop capping, you bitch, Gucci slides matching the fit
My bitch, she act like a brat, pretty bitch having a fit
You niggas cuffin' these thots, they mobbing dick, no kiss
Stick hit his head, no vest, you go through the stress, no check
Ms on the neck, we ain't rocking no [?]
Bitch, we get more money, y'all get the less (Skrrt)
Swerving that Lamb', Lamb'
12 caught me in a jam, damn
Getting fucked by a freak going mayhem (Woo, woo)
Take the Drac' to the shit, to the meeting place
A lot of damn shots when the block got sprayed
Glock with a 31, shit took place
Dripping in BAPE, and bitch, I go ape
Rock my jeans made by Jimmy True
Bitch [?] yeah, fuck the coupe
Racks on your head, yeah, caught one too
Then I get some money, it's one or two
Got the pack from my brother, I ain't talking 'bout Mook'
My youngin' 'bout the money, he'll serve 'bout it too
Slime me, know it's a slime back too
I ain't change on you, all the blue hundreds is the only thing new

Off-white bitch with the Off-White, yeah (Off-White)
Off-White, Off-White, Off-White, yeah (Let's go)
Bitch, I got some money, broke niggas over there (No lie)
Bullets taking [?] all cuttin' through your head (No lie)
Wrist, ooh, seasick (Shit)
Riding with them sticks in a big-body C6
Doing lil' bitch suckin' me and you kiss-kiss (Doin' her)
Geeked out my mind, pouring fours in a Sunkist (Doin' her, doin' her)
Bop, bop (Bop-bop)
Sipping on Wock'
Opp niggas get popped
Past shooter with an iced-out clock
Shawty, yeah, you got one shot
Ain't dying, we ain't drinking on Scotch
Lil' bitch got slop my top
Took the top off the truck [?]

Uh, yeah, if I got it
Hey, what is a drought?
I left some kids in her mouth
Nothin' but Chanel on these jeans when I step out
Know I'ma throw racks or slime when I step out
I got some pigeons, get high like a pilot
Pack coming in, that pack coming
I ride with F&N 'cause I'm blessed like a choir
Pullin' up Hellcat, switched out vans
Real freak ho fucking all top ten
Car geeked out, you don't know what I'm in
Rich came full, ice age on the wrist
I'm the real young GOAT, put me top of the list
Gotit young GOAT, put him top of the list
Got money then I chopped the whole top, bitch
Glock that I got don't pop, bitch
Y'all niggas smoking on woo-woo-woos
Had your ho blowing like a flute, flute, flute
Just like berries, I got juice
Fucking bad bitches, yeah, [?] too
No NAV, but your ho getting tap, tap
Catch me on the block and I'm shooting crap, craps
Riding traphouse, her head in my lap
Off-White jeans on me but it came black

Off-white bitch with the Off-White, yeah
Off-White, Off-White, Off-White, yeah
Bitch, I got some money, broke niggas over there
Bullets taking [?] all cuttin' through your head
Wrist, ooh, seasick
Riding with them sticks in a big-body C6
Doing lil' bitch suckin' me and you kiss-kiss
Geeked out my mind, pouring fours in a Sunkist
Bop, bop
Sipping on Wock'
Opp niggas get popped
Past shooter with an iced-out clock
Shawty, yeah, you got one shot
Ain't dying, we ain't drinking on Scotch
Lil' bitch got slop my top
Took the top off the truck [?]