Текст песни Off Top Of The Head - Yo Gotti

Off Top Of The Head

Mic check me
And don’t nobody talk that shit like you, Gotti
Ayy, we got about three minutes on this one
Aight
We gotta give 'em that shootoff shit
Aight
Off the top
Aight
Three minutes
Let’s go
This that CM8, nigga, fuck a tape, this a classic
This that fresh up off the digi scale to the plastic
This that if you go against the hood, shit get drastic
This that in the kitchen flippin' dope like a gymnastic
This what they been waitin' on
Pulled up in that Lamb', nigga, this what they been hatin' on
Plus I put my mans on
I’m the man, I, I’m the man
I made myself a million and started off with three grams
That’s an 8 ball, I ain’t talkin' 8 ball
The hood I’m livin' legend, like I’m 8Ball
I seen straight hoes turn to killers
'Cause you got more money don’t make you realer
I ain’t never talkin' no loss and I ain’t talkin' down on my dawgs
(Nah, nah, keep goin')
And I ain’t goin' to war 'bout no broad unless it’s my mama, nigga
I’m a rich crip,
, I’m Osama, nigga
(Ha, you heard this shit, Leo?)
(I said
, nigga
I need a women like the first lady
So she she can have fourth baby
So I can buy my fifth crib
And get that bitch a whole meal
I can change the floor when I wanna or how I wanna
Do what I wanna, when I wanna
I’ve been sellin' legal, any legal, Marijuana, I’m a hustler, ain’t it
Turn his ass into an organ donor
Run his ass
, you barred
Bitch hurt your heart, you’re scared
I understand, it’s hard
Sike, fuck a bitch and fuck everything about the bitch and fuck her nigga too
And fuck what you’re goin' through and what you’ve been through and who you
came to
I’ve been drinkin' Hennessy thinkin' 'bout the
with 'em
'Til I catch up with 'em and put the TEC to 'em
'Til I catch up with your partners 'cause I’m next to 'em
Then I write him off the list, put an «X» to 'em
(Then go back to CM1, go off)
This that OG cocaine music shit, that shootoff
Back when I was havin' shootouts right in front of
house
Back when me and Grip was breakin' half of bricks down in Big G’s house
Back when me and Dee was skippin' school and takin' hoes to eat out
Back when I got my first crib, we turnt that bitch into a fuck house
Then we start robbin' then we turnt that to the duck out
You can ask my mama, nigga,
bust out
Fucked up so many rooms that she told me to get the fuck out
So I got the fuck out, ran my money the fuck up
Convinced my plug to trust us, then I fucked his sack up
This flow too slow, so I gotta speed it up
Bad bitch, beat it up
Never ever eat it up
I’ma leave her boyfriend for that
Real nigga, frontline
On sight, I’m fine
True hustler bloodline, gotta love that
CM8