OFF-WHITE Lyrics

I could tell just by your face lil baby something's not right

You ain't got to worry about me cus I'm doing alright

And your bitch listen to me cus I'm sounding too nice

And she fucking with my shirt, told her it's Off-White

Please don't get too nice

Please don't fuck my vibe up

That's the type of shit that gets you fried

If you smoking better roll up put your hands in the sky

If you sipping better pour up put your hands in the sky

Bitch boy got robbed for a 3.5

I was bout to fall asleep but I told her I was high

I don't even sell drugs but I told her I'm the guy

I'm the guy, yeah, I was tryna touch down but I'm fly, yeah

I ain't tryna make songs I'm just fire, yeah

And you saying you got money you a liar

Heard he talking tough we sent him to the sky, yeah

YSL up on my body it's attire

Put some wax up in my blunt we getting higher

So don't get mad at me cus

When I stop taking these drugs it'll be my funeral

You can't get too mad at me when I call you m hoe

You can't get too close to me I'm worried bout my bankroll

When you see this truck it's SRT this not no Range Rover