Testo Off the Rip - Calboy
Testo della canzone Off the Rip (Calboy), tratta dall'album Sorry 4 the Leaks, Vol. 1
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
Yeah
Ayy
Bitch, I lost a few brothers, can't spend all
This money, can't buy shit to heal these wounds
I been tryna be lover, I'm still from the
Gutter, the trenches still feel me too
I know some of my brothers was catchin'
They karma, they karma might kill me too
Lord, forgive me for all of my sins, I'm
Sorry I put that lil' bitch on the news
All my creatures gon' creep through the night like
Need to talk, she say hello and bye-bye
You know I'm the bitch keepin' it old-school
Got a shooter, Kel-Tec like he type right
Blues exotic, you know I get high-high
You wan' die, you speakin' on my life
In your city, outside on that strike life
Better not miss when you blow, better strike right
Anyone can get touched for the right price
I'm the one you gon' play with and die tonight
In that double R Cullinan, China white
I'm the one in that cut tryna get a mic
I was so young when on my first drill, had to
Double back quick 'cause I dropped my clip
Had to tell the gang, "Gotta tighten up the grip '
Cause you know the loose lips gon' sink my ship"
Had to kick it to the curb, shawty, what was you thinkin'
? Baby girl, it's way too much dip on your chip
Niggas better run when we shootin', in the E
Hit his face just as soon as a fuck nigga trip
I been confused, I tell my shorties, "
Know the drugs and still fuck around and sip"
So many people told a nigga that it's love
I still got a heart that's real, ayy
We let it blow off the rip, I promise
A whole lot of T's'll get ripped, okay
Draco gon' get niggas clipped, I ain't
Gotta up it, I shoot from the hip, okay
Your dawg on the highway to heaven and bro
It's whatever, I seen you had left, okay
I get so high, bitch, I'm lifted, yeah
She want the Percs, I got scripts for days
'Cause I'm tryna vibe tonight, this lil'
Bitch get lit, have the time of her life
I'm all up in traffic, the China white, it's either
Get stepped on, lil' nigga, or move out the way
These niggas playin', they die tonight, got
My young niggas creepin' and slidin' tonight
You drop it low and get fried tonight, it's either
Get stepped on, lil' nigga, or move out the way
I had to hit a stain, hit his brain, my shooter won't hesitate
Send him up, make a fuck nigga elevate
Nigga play and he lay, that's like right away
Bitch, I stay on this road, I can't take a break
I can't trick on that ho 'cause she seven days
We talk murder, you best find a better lane
You can't walk in these shoes 'cause they tailor-made, yeah
My young niggas slidin' tonight, bro
I catch you opps tryna go firin' tonight
I'm sorry for mamas that's cryin' tonight, but I
Know some niggas gettin' left at the light for sure
I had to earn all my stripes for sure
He wanna play with his life, he gone
I had a heart, but it's icy cold
I spend a check on this ice, it's froze
We let it blow off the rip, I promise
A whole lot of T's'll get ripped, okay
Draco gon' get niggas clipped, I ain't
Gotta up it, I shoot from the hip, okay
Your dawg on the highway to heaven and bro
It's whatever, I seen you had left, okay
I get so high, bitch, I'm lifted, yeah
She want the Percs, I got scripts for days
'Cause I'm tryna vibe tonight, this lil'
Bitch get lit, have the time of her life
I'm all up in traffic, the China white, it's either
Get stepped on, lil' nigga, or move out the way
These niggas playin', they die tonight, got
My young niggas creepin' and slidin' tonight
You drop it low and get fried tonight, it's either
Get stepped on, lil' nigga, or move out the way
Woo
Credits
Writer(s): Darwin Cordale Quinn, Calvin Woods, Luke Crowder, Loyalty & Co, Jon Christopher Lloyd Pope
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