Offset other songs:

 

SLOPES lyrics - 1999 WRITE THE FUTURE, Offset & Warren Hue

You have to say something to me, like we have to have a conversation, real quick?

But you really have to, yeah?

Aye

Summer time shit, I got bands, aye

Benjamin and me, best friends, aye

Swerving these hoes, I'm tried of shawty's

I hate when they not on the ground, woah

Oh my God, Warren like, hello, I'm back on my bullshit

Don't sugarcoat, baby

Fuck it, I still want to coup to be navy or cream color

Coco like woah, woah

I need a crib up in Soho, New Yorky like Biggie

I treated chella like dashing up Biggie

Still got the pack up smoke in my city

Here from Habana she text me you miss me

Bitch, I got bands and they stuck in my pants, woah

Feel me?

Pockets, they dancing like Britney

Bands on me, can't fit my Yeezy's (Yeah)

Dior, the girl when they fit me (Yeah)

Back in Jakarta, they hofer my downfall

Like, come on, like, bitch, I been messin'

And they mad, man

Why you mad, man?

And they mad, man, yeah, yeah

Pull it with a fit, and they mad, man, woah

Show money bags in my backpack (Oh)

Introducing warrior granddad (Oh)

Seven on a wrap, motherfucker, lie roach

I don't dress a bitch with a bright, bright coach

She gon' touch ice while I bend her slope

Ski, ski, west leg, game two stick, one dick

Want to wake the ass up and po

Quarter million dollars on one stage (Quarter million)

Niggas wanna come and switch my plate (Switch)

White man in my pocket, no race (White man)

Shorty a fan with a little bitty waist (Hey)

Bought a new vert, somebody come race (Vert)

Pop two, perc, can't feel my face (Percs)

They don't wanna work, these niggas be lazy (Lazy)

They just wanna surf, I ain't fuckin' with a wave (Uh)

Issey told you I ain't tame, man

Fuck it do you feel me now, I gotta move weight

I ain't tryna move fake no way, yeah (Oh)

Oh, fuck 'em, I just been in my thing (Yeah)

Cut 'em 'cause the mood on strange (Yeah)

Climbing got it all on tape

Trapping like a bird when he caught his case (Brr)

The one that was hatin', ain't make it, got erased (Race)

Food on your table for you eat, say grace (Amen)

I'm going number one, can taste it (Number one)

I was born up a star, I'm an alien (Star)

I'mma sell out arenas and the stadium (Arenas)

I got my gang and my family ain't tradin' 'em (Gang)

Niggas hate let 'em drown, they ain't savin 'em (Drown)

I turn the pain into pride, I should be proud of him

Woo

Benjamin in my pocket and I'm countin' 'em

Backstage full of people I don't like

So I say amen, gotta pray for the pigment (Aye, man)

Every year, gotta change my alias (Woo)

B-O-T-Y, shawty like the name in the stain

Tell my soul how to track my roles when they watch

Ain't mad, man

Ain't mad, man

Ain't mad, man

Pull it with a fit, ain't mad, man, huh

Show money bags in my backpack, huh

Introducing warrior granddad, huh

Stepping on rap motherfucker like

I was born on a star, I'm an alien

They don't wanna work, these niggas don't want to work

I was born on a star, I'm an alien

I'mma sell out arenas and stadiums

I got a gang of my family ain't tradin' 'em

Niggas hate let them drown, I ain't savin' 'em

I turn the pain into pride, I should be proud of him

Nah, nah, fuck that

Soakin Wet lyrics - Quality Control, Marlo & Offset (feat. City Girls)

[Intro:]

Hitmaka

OG Parker

[Marlo (Offset):]

What your niggas in here for and you ain't tippin'? (Huh?)

You ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different (Cash)

Throw them wedding bands on 'em, no commitment (Hey)

Ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different (Cash)

Soakin' wet, yeah

Do it with no hands, flexin' on the jet, yeah (No hands)

New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah (Chanel)

Hope you hoes pay attention (Woo)

You ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different (Soakin' wet, yeah)

On the jet, yeah

Bad bitches fuckin' on the set, yeah (Smash)

When I flex, yeah (Flex)

VVS baguettes all on my neck, yeah

(Soakin' wet, yeah)

I'm the shit, get a plumber

Runnin' through these hundreds, I might blow a couple commas (Racks, racks)

Yeah, flexin' in the city (Flex)

Twenty strippers with me and they with it, yeah (Hey)

What your niggas in here for and you ain't tippin'? (Huh?)

You ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different (Cash)

Throw them wedding bands on 'em, no commitment (Hey)

Ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different (Cash)

Soakin' wet, yeah

Do it with no hands, flexin' on the jet, yeah (No hands)

New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah (Chanel)

Hope you hoes pay attention (Woo)

You ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different (Soakin' wet, yeah)

[Yung Miami (Marlo):]

Flew me out to Vegas, ate my pussy on the jet

Pussy wet, drippin', super soaker, treat it like a pet

I got niggas in the pen callin' collect

That locked down, fresh out dick be the best (Soakin' wet, yeah)

Hit 'em with that wet wet (Wet wet)

I'll put a ring on it for a check check

He want me meet him at the bank but he ain't there yet

And you short a couple hundreds, you ain't there yet (Nah)

But I ain't trippin'

I'm in love as long as you spend it (Period)

Super wet, yeah

[Marlo (Offset):]

What your niggas in here for and you ain't tippin'? (Huh?)

You ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different (Cash)

Throw them wedding bands on 'em, no commitment (Hey)

Ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different (Cash)

Soakin' wet, yeah

Do it with no hands, flexin' on the jet, yeah (No hands)

New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah (Chanel)

Hope you hoes pay attention (Woo)

You ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different

[Offset:]

Soakin' wet (Yeah, splash)

Spend the check (Spend the check)

I am a vet (I am a vet)

I got VV stones wrapped around her neck (VV)

I put my hand on the top of her head and make her my pet

(Ugh, ugh)

I get the bag, I'm spendin' the bag, I might be in debt (Bag)

Yeah, she soakin' (Splash)

Pussy fat, it's poking (Poking)

Let me bust it open (Open)

Diamond rocks, they frozen (Frozen)

Put her in the Lotus (Lotus)

She clappin' and I cannot focus (Clappin')

I'm havin' that shit, I be loaded (Havin')

Count that shit up and I throw it (Hey)

[Marlo:]

What your niggas in here for and you ain't tippin'?

You ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different

Throw them wedding bands on 'em, no commitment

Ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different

Soakin' wet, yeah

Do it with no hands, flexin' on the jet, yeah

New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah

Hope you hoes pay attention

You ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different (Soakin' wet, yeah)

Step 1 lyrics - SleazyWorld Go & Offset

Know we be steppin' on shit, this that steppin' music right here

Gree', come on

Step one, you catch a opp make sure you wet one (Come on)

Step two, never turn right, until you left one (Until you left his ass)

Glizzy nickname "Yoga," how Glock stretched him (Gree')

Niggas say they steppers, but couldn't pass when we test them (When we test them, yeah)

We be steppin' (Steppin' on that shit, nigga)

We be steppin' (Y'all know the fuck goin' on)

We be steppin' (Steppin', bitch, steppin')

We be steppin' on shit

Shots hit his tummy, he paralyzed, he can't walk no more (Can't walk)

What's-His-Name got hit all in his–, shh, he can't talk no more (Shh)

Baghdad told me, "Buy him the K, he don't want the Glock no more" (Don't want the Glock no more)

He don't even want that bitch no more, fuck

We stay bendin' blocks, I think the opps tryna play hide and seek (come on)

We the ones seekin', they the ones hidin', it ain't hard to see (What the fuck)

Chasin' niggas down, drive-by who? We hoppin' out on feet (We hoppin' out on feet)

Lil' bitch come eat, I ain't tryna talk, I stuffed her lips with meat (bitch)

Look, I ain't tryna wife you (No), bitch, I barely like you (Bitch, I barely like you)

Box who? I'ma just shoot, I ain't finna fight you (I ain't finna fight you)

Switch it up, you see us in a fishbowl, just know them switches tucked (You know they on)

Better be cool and be smooth, you think 'bout flippin' us

Step one, you catch a opp make sure you wet one (come on)

Step two, never turn right, until you left one (Until you left his ass)

Glizzy nickname "Yoga," how Glock stretched him (Gree')

Niggas say they steppers, but couldn't pass when we test them (When we test them, yeah)

We be steppin' (Steppin' on that shit, nigga)

We be steppin' (Y'all know the fuck goin' on)

We be steppin' (Steppin', bitch, steppin')

We be steppin' on shit

Step right, nigga hit him first and hit his candle light

Walk him down, caught him at his bitch house, it's a body found

All I need is fifty round (Fifty), with a switch it's like a hundred rounds

Dead man, I just put a fifty on his headband

Sigs and Dracos in this bitch, we ready for war like Pakistan (Sigs)

My best man, he just like Ginóbili, shoot with his left hand (Swish)

Niggas ain't gettin' no get-back, when we spin, we got the top man (Hey)

Top boy, actin' like you got bricks, you need to stop, boy

Hot boy, nigga be talkin' that rara, choppa stop noise

Shh (Shh), ain't no talkin' no more

Nigga be talkin' like bitches, I pull out the switches, I bet he can't walk no more (Hey)

But he got caught at the light, he got hit with the pipe, and we uppin' the score some more

Play with the wrong niggas, we started spankin' them niggas, they ain't playin' no more (Spank)

I got a short temper, payin' for bodies, but really nobody don't know

Poppin' like you really 'bout it, let's go

I turn an opp to a pack and I smoke

Step one, you catch a opp make sure you wet one (come on)

Step two, never turn right, until you left one (Until you left his ass)

Glizzy nickname "Yoga," how Glock stretched him (Gree')

Niggas say they steppers, but couldn't pass when we test them (When we test them, yeah)

We be steppin' (Steppin' on that shit, nigga)

We be steppin' (Y'all know the fuck goin' on)

We be steppin' (Steppin', bitch, steppin')

We be steppin' on shit

TBS lyrics - R-Mean, Offset & Scott Storch (feat. DB Bantino)

Something like this

Say you got hitters your shooters don't miss

Say you got hoes but you saving that bitch

You wanna show off your wrist

Rollie I hear that shit tick

Why you keep running your lips

Wait, bitch you ain't talkin' bout shit

Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit

Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit

Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit

Wait, bitch you ain't talkin' bout shit

M-O-N-E-Y

Only thing I talk is the money

And we got the choppas make 'em fire

I ain't really feeling like Ghandi

10 bad bitches tryna vibe

Bet they won't get a dime from me

I remember sleeping outside

I didn't have no money I was hungry

Niggas ain't talkin' bout shit

Audemars Piguet's the wrist

Smash the hoe but don't trick

Hit the gas the lamb doing tricks

He a rat we ain't fuckin' with a snitch

Raaah! Scratch 'em off the list

Dressed in Margiela when I like to kick it

You ain't rich yet till you get a ticket

Rose gold Audemars Piguet

Bought a Bentley for the flex

Got a chopper, got a tech

I got plugs and connects

Free my niggas on the rec

Ain't came back yet

Gotta ride with a vest

You can die for respect

Something like this

Say you got hitters your shooters don't miss

Say you got hoes but you saving that bitch

You wanna show off your wrist

Rollie I hear that shit tick

Why you keep running your lips

Wait, bitch you ain't talkin' bout shit

Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit

Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit

Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit

Wait, bitch you ain't talkin' bout shit

They be asking for a quote

I be asking what the budget

They be talking bout the smoke

I be talking bout the nugget

Seen 'em flexing on the gram

I'm like no papa

Ya'll always talking that beef

But never gon' do nada

We ain't never heard of you

You say you from the street but no one know what street though

We bout to go gold

You say your it's all gold but why your neck turn green though

Type of shit that should be illegal

Muthafuckas ain't be talkin' bout shit

I could tell you ain't been punched in the lip

This a movie yeah my life is a flick

Push the Cullinan then switch to the coupe

Album star studded just like the roof

These are free throws, these alley oops

I'm just saying we ain't miss when we shoot

Bang! Bang!

Runnin' and runnin' your lip

Always got something to say

But never be talkin' bout shit

Something like this

Say you got hitters your shooters don't miss

Say you got hoes but you saving that bitch

You wanna show off your wrist

Rollie I hear that shit tick

Why you keep running your lips

Wait, bitch you ain't talkin' bout shit

Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit

Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit

Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit

Wait, bitch you ain't talkin' bout shit

Truck Loads lyrics - Offset & Lil Yachty

[Offset:]

Ayy, hey

You know, we gettin' money on these mothafuckers, man

I know what the fuck we talkin' 'bout

I don't know what the fuck y'all niggas doin'

You know what I mean?

Nah for real man

[Offset {Lil Yachty}:]

I'm thinkin' about all decisions I made, decisions (woo)

Stack up my money, stack it I'm paid, Benjamins (uh)

Give a fuck 'bout a hater, don't care what they say, I don't care (hey)

Stack up and pray, stack up and pray

Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up (stack)

Back it up, back it up, back it up

That's an 18 wheeler truck

{Beep, beep-beep}

Back it up, back it up, back it up

{Beep, beep-beep}

That's an 18 wheeler truck

{Beep, beep-beep

Beep, beep-beep

Beep, beep-beep

Beep, beep-beep

Beep, beep-beep}

[Offset:]

Offset!

Back up, back up, back up, back up

We was grindin' hard tryna get the racks up

Niggas hated on us, niggas laughed on us (laughed)

Now we pullin' up with bags on us (bags)

Pop the seal, pour the Actavis in peach Crush (Act')

Sippin' anything, you get the bubble guts

When the pack come in then my heart get a rush (yeah)

Cause I know I'm 'bout to make a million plus

We be ridin' through the city (ridin')

The bricks get in on Wednesday

You heard she was fuckin' other niggas (damn)

When you cut her off, you run up her ticket (go)

Back up, back up, back up, back up (back up)

I'm a rich nigga, don't act up (rich)

Snakes in the grass, come masked up

Got thirty bricks on the back of the Raptor

Who the fuck said the Migo gang ain't started this? (who)

We planted the seed and made a garden, bitch (yea)

I ain't with the bullshit, I always depart from this (no)

Migo gang, you niggas not a part of it (gang)

Pocket rocket 'case a problem (baow)

Foreign bitches sniffin' powder

The truck gon' be here in an hour (yes)

I'm watchin' my back like an owl

[Offset {Lil Yachty}:]

I'm thinkin' about all decisions I made, decisions

Stack up my money, stack it I'm paid, Benjamins

Give a fuck 'bout a hater, don't care what they say, I don't care

Stack up and pray, stack up and pray

Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up

Back it up, back it up, back it up

That's an 18 wheeler truck

{Beep, beep-beep}

Back it up, back it up, back it up

{Beep, beep-beep}

That's an 18 wheeler truck

{Beep, beep-beep

Beep, beep-beep

Beep, beep-beep

Beep, beep-beep

Beep, beep-beep}

[Lil Yachty:]

Lil Boat!

I had to cut a lot of people off

These bitch niggas they soft and they mind was off

Hole in one all of 'em like I'm playin' golf

Gotta get paid, young nigga, like I'm Dolph

22 caliber, this ain't airsoft

Get hit with it if you thinkin' we soft

Nigga run up and try to take my chain

That's the last that you heard of his name

Ain't a shame, bitch I rock 17

Gucci on Gucci, that young nigga clean

Bought up the Nautica sales on my own

Wouldn't be surprised if they called my phone

Wouldn't be surprised if you tried to clone

Up high, bitch I'm fly like a drone

No drugs, did this shit fully sober

Fuck a friend cause some niggas some cobras

[Offset {Lil Yachty}:]

I'm thinkin' about all decisions I made, decisions

Stack up my money, stack it I'm paid, Benjamins

Give a fuck 'bout a hater, don't care what they say, I don't care

Stack up and pray, stack up and pray

Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up

Back it up, back it up, back it up

That's an 18 wheeler truck

{Beep, beep-beep}

Back it up, back it up, back it up

{Beep, beep-beep}

That's an 18 wheeler truck

{Beep, beep-beep

Beep, beep-beep

Beep, beep-beep

Beep, beep-beep

Beep, beep-beep}

Um Yea lyrics - Quality Control, Offset & Cardi B

[Offset:]

We havin' a check by the way

Huh, woo woo woo

You feel me? you dig

Shit look easy, know what I mean

Hey

Don't I look like I'm the shit lil nigga?

Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil nigga

Thought you had hits but you missed lil nigga

Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil nigga?

You little niggas keep gossiping

You should go work for the blogs and them

Don't fuck with the gang, they the opposite

Pop at them niggas, apocalypse

Um, yeah, you cannot stop it

Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit

Um, yeah, this no Monopoly

But we got colorful money and property

Um, yeah, what's in your pocket?

The pocket rocket, please do not size me

Um, yeah, bored on the private

Boogers look snotty, I'm good on a thotty

Uh, yeah, I'm 'bout to get his ass hit

Yeah, pay that lil dime

Yeah, if you get knocked for that body

Yeah, do that lil time (appeal)

Yeah, half of a brick is a nine plus nine, can't show this on Vine (on the low though)

Yeah, most of you niggas drop dimes on dimes, you can't do the time (you a ho though)

Elliot got me on blind, I'm blind, I can't see my time (shine)

Yeah, if I'm a gangster my bitch is a ganster, she ready to slide (you ready to ride)

Bitch I can't face it, I sip on the Matrix, I'm dead or alive (uhh)

If I go broke I'm not asking nobody, I'm ready to rob (ready to kick)

Slob on my knob, canary diamonds, corn on the cob (yellow, ice)

Fifty K sloppy, all in my pocket, call it a Whopper (fifty ball)

Can't kick it, no soccer, birds in the trap still sing like an opera (brr)

Robinson 44 (uh), bitch take a trip in the chopper

Still ballin' like forty-four, and we still pull up with choppers

Still bustin' off forty-four, you talkin' 'bout guns or the profit (uh)

Yeah, go pick up a bigger road, from Pablo, Rico, and Papi (Rico)

You got them bricks, we gon' kick the door (boo)

I'm in your hood, Robin

Don't I look like I'm the shit lil nigga?

Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil nigga

Thought you had hits but you missed lil nigga

Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil nigga?

You little niggas keep gossiping

You should go work for the blogs and them

Don't fuck with the gang, they the opposite

Pop at them niggas, apocalypse

Um, yeah, you cannot stop it

Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit

Um, yeah, this no Monopoly

But we got colorful money and property

Um, yeah, what's in your pocket?

The pocket rocket, please do not size me

Um, yeah, bored on the private

Boogers look snotty, I'm good on a thotty (thotty)

[Cardi B (Offset):]

Bardi, uh

Ain't with the politicking with you, I don't need to vote (nah)

I sell tracks that these toys need for seating roles (pack)

I'm in the spot these whack bitches is competing for (weak, who?)

Matter fact I'm that bitch that's really eating the most (hrrr)

I'm with your nigga 'cause he know just how treat a ho (splurge)

Let's talk money in Spanish 'cause I can speak it in both (díme)

I been ballin' kinda like when Derek Jeter rose (woo)

I'm with the papis with machetes so we L-O (ahh)

Travel with the head of state, you know they keep the pole (baow, baow)

By now lil bitch you can't get P to roll (blah)

He kept the ice on my neck and kept that fever low (woo)

[Offset:]

Don't I look like I'm the shit lil nigga?

Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil nigga

Thought you had hits but you missed lil nigga

Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil nigga?

You little niggas keep gossiping

You should go work for the blogs and them

Don't fuck with the gang, they the opposite

Pop at them niggas, apocalypse

Um, yeah, you cannot stop it

Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit

Um, yeah, this no Monopoly

But we got colorful money and property

Um, yeah, what's in your pocket?

The pocket rocket, please do not size me

Um, yeah, bored on the private

Boogers look snotty, I'm good on a thotty (thotty)

Uon Want No Problems lyrics - Offset

I'm plugged in like Verizon

Margelas cost a thousand

Bad bitch from the islands

Young niggas they wildin

Louie luggage I'm stylin

Don't make me be violent

I'm all about my profit

I'm posted with the pocket rocket

Uon Want Problems [x12]

Uon want problems with this 30 round clip on my hip

Fat pockets looking like Norbit

These bitches ain't bout shit, girls gone wild showing they tits

Molly Molly got that bitch twerking like Miley Cyrus

My wrist sick it got a virus, bricks on the boat like pirates

This gun is not licensed

My pockets fat, you on a diet

I got molly come try it

Don't run up on me take advice bitch, bullets have ya body hot like Niacin

I was broke, I remember no titans

What ya doing bitch? Suck it, don't bite it

7-4 GD, We Righteous

Road to riches, lean is killing my kidneys

First of all, gotta say free all my niggas

Big bro doing 15 years, that's a long ass sentence

Cried at the court date, I don't give a fuck

You can say I was in my feelings

Uon want no problems, my young niggas solve em, they gremlins

I'm plugged in like Verizon

Margelas cost a thousand

Bad bitch from the islands

Young niggas they wildin

Louie luggage I'm stylin

Don't make me be violent

I'm all about my profit

I'm posted with the pocket rocket

Uon Want Problems [x12]

Giuseppe shoes with the gold buckle, trapping 20 years you a old hustler

Something ain't right, get a new formula

Birds singing like Monica

Middle finger to the your honor, death before dishonor

Don't fuck with those who snitchin, for a young nigga hit you with the clip

You don't want beef, cause we will eat

Molly got me grittin my teeth, Molly got me can't go to sleep

First 48, Y.D.G. killed the beat

I got 10 bricks in the Cherokee, her ass is fat like Cherokee

Vegetarian love my broccoli and celery, etc

I'm smokin gas and ridin round in a Bentley cause I'm extra... ordinary

You tellin lies, nigga you a fairy

Bad bitch with the short hair, and she look like Halle Berry

You don't want no problems and nigga you scary

I'm plugged in like Verizon

Margelas cost a thousand

Bad bitch from the islands

Young niggas they wildin

Louie luggage I'm stylin

Don't make me be violent

I'm all about my profit

I'm posted with the pocket rocket

Uon Want Problems [x12]

UP THE SMOKE lyrics - Stunna 4 Vegas & Offset

Up the smoke

Diamonds they choke

Fuck my bro

I'm in the white, Lamborghini, the Pope

Hunnid racks, they gon' take your soul

Glock with the 3 and the 0

Bought a yacht put the kids on a boat

Put a brick in a figure four

Got a stick, it's a cig, it'll blow

Mix up a fo

My bitch, Margiela on her toes

Dig up her soul

Look what I did in the bowl

Wiped that boy nose

I go get me a bag out the globe

I do not troll

I got pointers these diamonds are bold

I'm smooth on my feet

My bitches the bad as can be

Stackin', then pray go to sleep

I'm at the top of the peak

Put baguettes on top of our teeth

Put fire in front of this beat

I can't lie, got shooters that creep

She from DeVry, she gon' suck me to sleep

Switch up the flow, they gon' bite it fosho

Put the stick on your bitch, get your hiding on low

This a 50, then young niggas ready to go

Richard Mille sit on my wrist, I'm the goat

Tag on your hoe, tag on your toe

Baguettes on baguettes, my neck overload

I'm having, you're capping, go rat to this pole

Take off his hat, leave a rat with a hole

Ain't no cap in me

The Trap be jumpin' like athletes

I get cash, you see

Lamborghini, niggas ain't as fast as me

Cookie' gas, the lean

I get the bag, casually

You niggas embarrassing

This Audemar, this is a masterpiece

Up the smoke

Diamonds they choke

Fuck my bro

I'm in the white, Lamborghini, the Pope

Hunnid racks, they gon' take your soul

Glock with the 3 and the 0

Bought a yacht put the kids on a boat

Put a brick in a figure four

Got a stick, it's a cig, it'll blow

Mix up a fo

My bitch, Margiela on her toes

Dig up her soul

Look what I did in the bowl

Wiped that boy nose

I go get me a bag out the globe

I do not troll

I got pointers these diamonds are bold

4 times!

They wipe his nose if I say so

Issa green light when I say go

Ay, what you gon' do for a bank roll

Move like the mob, I got hitters on payroll

20 racks cash on a lawyer, the case closed

Rap money turnt me into an A hole

Don't tag me when it's gun smoke

I'm tryna knock off your block like legos

I'm tryna knock you off

Send you to where nobody knows

My ice turned me anemic but I'm never freezing

When it's time to up the smoke

She said she diggin' my flow

I make her suck me then suck my bro

We knock them down by the four

I'm still walk in with fye at all my shows

And I still put 30s

Up under all my glicks

Double Ds on my sticks

Say she don't like me, hoe suck my dick

When it's beef we don't pick and choose

We got more cannons than Nick

He get put on the news or left on his dick

Trying me like I'm a lick

Up the smoke

Diamonds they choke

Fuck my bro

I'm in the white, Lamborghini, the Pope

Hunnid racks, they gon' take your soul

Glock with the 3 and the 0

Bought a yacht put the kids on a boat

Put a brick in a figure four

Got a stick, it's a cig, it'll blow

Mix up a fo

My bitch, Margiela on her toes

Dig up her soul

Look what I did in the bowl

Wiped that boy nose

I go get me a bag out the globe

I do not troll

I got pointers these diamonds are bold

Violation Freestyle lyrics - Quality Control & Offset

Ain't no more motherfuckin', "Wassup bro" with these niggas man

As soon as you see these niggas, these niggas wanna cop pleas

I just woke up to the money today (wake up)

Fuck all that demon shit, I'm 'bout to pray (God)

I really posted on blocks with these K's (blocks)

I'm thinking about putting some stock in the Braves (stock)

Back up lil bitch, you ain't bad enough (back up)

All of my foreigns get mounted up (mounted up)

Bust down my wrist, bitch I'm Patek'd up (bust up)

Yellow skin bitch and she tatted up (hey)

I pick out a foreign, got options (foreign)

Get up your bag and you pop shit (pop)

Gelato smell just like a moshpit (moshpit)

No more vodka we sipping on active (Act)

I got more money than all of you niggas (money)

If I feel like it's smoke then I'm calling out niggas (smoke)

Lil nigga, lil nigga you act like you bigger (huh)

Fuck all that uzi we give them the SIG gun (SIG)

Lil boy, boy you ain't did nothin' (lil boy, boy)

30K shows, that's that kid money (thirty ball)

Thankin' the lord what he did for me (God)

I thank him 'cause really I did something (hey)

Keep that shit quiet though, keep that shit quiet

They really don't understand what I'm saying (shh, shh, shh)

From the Nawfside, lot of Mexicans with grams (Nawf)

Lawrenceville High we got 85 vans (woo)

A lot of big names we done put them on game (game)

Quavo told me about you niggas locked up in the chains (lames)

I don't upload a nigga, but when I see you I'll expose you niggas

Niggas so young that I'm feeling like I'm a OG

At the top with the older niggas (OG)

Ten thousand racks wipe his nose, official (racks)

Amsterdam, wrappin' a global figure (woo)

And I got loads of figures (loads)

It's all red, yeah the coupe it's a blister (skrt)

'Cause you're rich, lil nigga ain't official (nah)

You was broke, reading bricks, scared of pistols (hey, hey)

I just woke up to the money today (wake up)

Fuck all that demon shit, I'm 'bout to pray (God)

I really posted on blocks with these K's (blocks)

I'm thinking about putting some stock in the Braves (stock)

Back up lil bitch, you ain't bad enough (back up)

All of my foreigns get mounted up (mounted up)

Bust down my wrist, bitch I'm Patek'd up (bust up)

Yellow skin bitch and she tatted up (hey)

I pick out a foreign, got options (foreign)

Get up your bag and you pop shit (pop)

Gelato smell just like a moshpit (moshpit)

No more vodka we sipping on active (Act)

Wanna Be Me lyrics - Offset

[DJ Durel:]

There's a lot of niggas that wanna be us right now

We just set a trend round the whole nation

I know you wanna be me

Tryna bite my dab

But I'm on a whole another level!

Let's Go!

[Offset:]

I had a dream

Bitches keep running to me

Money keep coming to me

OG gas bag I can't breathe

I'm the godfather capeesh

It's not solid gold on your piece

I'm at the top you beneath

Why you copy and cloning us three

You niggas you wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

But you cannot be

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You don't wanna be me

I done did a lot of dirt up in these streets

From breaking in houses to selling them [?]

Remember going to the airport and stealing g

All these street niggas they fucking with me

All these broke niggas they like [?]

I shot the fuck nigga before he could reach

And I'm sneakin' and geekin' feelin' like scream

Who are you

You wanna be me

But you cannot be

More M's than Mickey D

No diamonds its gems all up in your piece

OG gas need to spray some Febreze

I'm the same nigga from back in the day

Give me a sprite and I'm a drop an eighth

I go bananas I turn to an ape

Talking behind me that's a pussy trait

I'm fly as a bitch but I don't got a cape

I am the predator you are the prey

I'm robbing his son not talking bout nate

Pull up to my mansion get froze at the gate

He couldn't make it because it was too late

Shoutout to Pedro he put food on my plate

You wannabe niggas not hunnid you fake

I had a dream

Bitches keep running to me

Money keep coming to me

OG gas bag I can't breathe

I'm the godfather capeesh

It's not solid gold on your piece

I'm at the top you beneath

Why you copy and cloning us three

You niggas you wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

But you cannot be

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

[Takeoff:]

You wanna be me nigga just think about it

If I feel uncomfortable nigga pull out the pocket rocket

If it's an issue my nigga ain't no need to talk about it

Niggas quick to talk like they bout it we gon' see about em'

Niggas be bitin' the three amigos stealin' lingo my nigga that shit is illegal

I used to trap out a Regal with Skippa Flippa cameras follow a nigga like cheetahs

They wanna be the Migos cause they know the critics say the Migos better than The Beatles

United Kingdom like I'm William Regal

All black Lamborghini man it look like Caesar

I want no feature [?] favourite rapper [?]

Don't really fuck with the industry independant you get more Benjamin's when you single

I call my plug and ask him what's the tab

He told me you straight hit me when you touch down

I've been a trendsetter 21 years

2015 niggas stealing the dab

Niggas try copy my flow and I laugh

They don't know how long I work for my crown

I come for you artists and fuck up your [?]

You'll see, keep talking get hit with the dab

[Offset:]

I had a dream

Bitches keep running to me

Money keep coming to me

OG gas bag I can't breathe

I'm the godfather capeesh

It's not solid gold on your piece

I'm at the top you beneath

Why you copy and cloning us three

You niggas you wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

But you cannot be

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

You wanna be me

Wrist Thunderstorm lyrics - Quality Control, Offset & Mango

[Offset:]

Ok, hey

Wrist thunderstorm, yeah

Javi, don't wanna see prone

I kick your bitch out the gang, she get hung (gang)

Hold that shit down, she got dope in her thong (dope)

Yeah, yeah, pull up too quick (yeah)

Suicide door like I'm slitting my wrist (slit, wrist)

Fuck off my name lil bitch (smash)

Kill the pussy then bury the bitch (hey, hey)

We fiend for the cash we get (cash)

Kel-Tec, beam with a plastic clip (brrt)

Double my millions and flip

Double my cup when I'm pourin' a fifth (mud)

Dreams of counting a mil (dreams)

When I had woke up I had 'em for real (for real)

Fiends all up in my ear (fiends)

Ask for the dope I ain't served in years (Offset)

Fashion, bitch I'm Mike Jackson (Mike)

Patek, the diamonds do backflips (woo)

Spike, the Louboutins cactus (spike)

Fishtail the coupe with no traction (skrt)

Takin' your bitch, I kidnap shit (c'mon)

Whack shit, clap shit, tactics (whack)

Private the plane, up my status (private)

It's only a quarter in the mattress (quarter)

Speed racing (speed)

Bentley big B from the basement (Big B)

Hide and go seek with the K (hide and seek)

Put the fire in your mouth, you can face it (fire)

Nigga quit leasing the Wraith (lease)

Feel it numb my teeth with the glacier (hah)

Whole forty-three on a bracelet (bracelet)

Know I'm in the streets drip naked (hah)

Survived, just look in my eyes (eyes)

V12, back seat the massage (12)

We deep the game like a try

Fuckin' your bitch in my eye (smash)

Squeeze the lemon, it's out (squeeze)

Smellin' like pile of flowers (oh)

Taste it, now it's devoured (ah)

Leave your ass stank like a coward (stank)

Wrist thunderstorm, yeah

Javi, don't wanna see prone

I kick your bitch out the gang, she get hung (gang)

Hold that shit down, she got dope in her thong (dope)

Yeah, yeah, pull up too quick (yeah)

Suicide door like I'm slitting my wrist (slit, wrist)

Fuck off my name lil bitch (smash)

Kill the pussy then bury the bitch (hey, hey)

We fiend for the cash we get (cash)

Kel-Tec, beam with a plastic clip (brrt)

Double my millions and flip

Double my cup when I'm pourin' a fifth (mud)

Dreams of counting a mil (dreams)

When I had woke up I had 'em for real (for real)

Fiends all up in my ear (fiends)

Ask for the dope I ain't served in years (Offset)

[Mango Foo:]

I know some niggas that's servin' some years

Got so much ice on my neck give me chills

My bitch is so bad she don't look like she real

You sip out the bottle, I'm poppin' the seal

We pull out in foreigns, the engine the rear

I put a whole brick of ice in my ear

Smokin' on loud, I can't even hear

We shoot up the crowd, this shit can get serious

I work a move, I put it in plastic

I work the Uzi movin' through traffic

I got a bank account inside the mattress

We do not think it out, we gon' and smash it

Young nigga still sellin' work, trap out the church

When we hit the trap it's bag alert

I can't even get in the door first

Pick up the bitch with a chauffer

Light up my wrist like the first

Diamonds water, you could surf

Groupie bitches get the curve

Killing shit, I'm on a purge

Pockets filled up like it's Sherman

Spending more than what you earning

Wrist on Hurricane Irma

[Offset:]

Wrist thunderstorm, yeah

Javi, don't wanna see prone

I kick your bitch out the gang, she get hung (gang)

Hold that shit down, she got dope in her thong (dope)

Yeah, yeah, pull up too quick (yeah)

Suicide door like I'm slitting my wrist (slit, wrist)

Fuck off my name lil bitch (smash)

Kill the pussy then bury the bitch (hey, hey)

We fiend for the cash we get (cash)

Kel-Tec, beam with a plastic clip (brrt)

Double my millions and flip

Double my cup when I'm pourin' a fifth (mud)

Dreams of counting a mil (dreams)

When I had woke up I had 'em for real (for real)

Fiends all up in my ear (fiends)

Ask for the dope I ain't served in years (Offset)

What It Is lyrics - Quality Control & Offset

Hahahahaha

You know what I'm sayin'?

These niggas broke, they a joke

You know what I mean, I came straight from the Nawf nigga

Pyrex whipper, Pyrex

You know what I mean, Nawf side, you know what I mean

Yeah yeah, Offset!

Bad than a bitch (Bad)

Fuck on the plane 'cause we lit (Smash)

She finer than a bitch (Fine)

Vroom, ride the dick (Vroom)

It's hard to find a rich

Uh uh, her ass is thick (Woo)

I want a ratchet, no classy bitch (Ratchet)

I bought her Birkin, this classic drip (Birkin)

Heard ya' last nigga was a broke guy (Broke)

Double R, Ghost ride (Ghost)

Keep it on the low, I'm high (On the low)

Fuck her on the floor 'til she die (The floor)

Put it in her throat 'til she cry (Ugh)

She know I got a check, no deny (Check)

What it is, get the stick, I'ma try (What it is)

It's another five million deposit (Hey)

It started with a text (Hey)

Now she wildin' on a jet (Jet)

Now I'm divin' in the wet (Dive, splash)

Drippin' on the dress (Splash)

Twin towers sittin' on your chest (Woo)

Ride it 'til you runnin' out of breath (Ride)

Let me holla at you by yourself (Huh)

You done got me all addicted like the meth (Ooh)

Look at the body on fleek (Ooh)

Hit from the back make me grit all my teeth (Ergh)

Crank that engine with no key (Vroom)

I'ma get the money for my daughter, gotta eat (Bag)

Want ya million dollars on the table, gotta read (Woo)

Fuckin' on her, pullin' out, I have to count the weed (Woo)

And I got the M's, no cap in me (M's)

Informant on the stage with the strap on me (Bah)

Better hide your bitch 'fore the game get her (Hide her)

Nawf side nigga and I saved the village (Nawf)

How the fuck did I gain a million? (How)

Hop out, just suck on the gang for a picture (Woo)

Cartier diamonds in the face, I'm a dripper (Cartier)

Dog food, out it on a boat in the river (Rrr)

What you gon' do when you caught up in a pickle? (Woo)

Money in the wall, they done paid the wrong nigga (Offset, woo)

Bad than a bitch (Bad)

Fuck on the plane 'cause we lit (Smash)

She finer than a bitch (Fine)

Vroom, ride the dick (Vroom)

It's hard to find a rich

Uh uh, her ass is thick (Woo)

I want a ratchet, no classy bitch (Ratchet)

I bought her Birkin, this classic drip (Birkin)

Heard ya' last nigga was a broke guy (Broke)

Double-R, Ghost ride (Ghost)

Keep it on the low, I'm high (On the low)

Fuck her on the floor 'til she die (The floor)

Put it in her throat 'til she cry (Ugh)

She know I got a check, no deny (Check)

What it is, get the stick, I'ma try (What it is)

It's another five million deposit (Hey)