Off My List Lyrics

Wait

They couldn't wait for the drop

Filling up my pockets, gotta fill em' up with knots

Got twenty, fifty, hunnids in the back of the yacht

They be stealing my style might as well let em' watch

We be lighting all the shows boutta jump in the moshpit

When they said I couldn't do it, well Lil nigga just watch this

I be feeling like I'm Nasa cause I'm blowing like a rocket

I ain't never been a crip but I got couple blues

If they really wanna sign me tell em' give me two

I'm from the NYC no it's nothing new

She want a Birkin bag with the jimmy choo

She a bad Lil thing, wonder why she be crying for the kid

They be thinking how I got it, cause I grind for this shit

Well sorry my bad, got the mind of a wiz

That's another little hater getting off my list

Shhhh check off

Feeling so cold that's the ice on my wrist

When I pull up I rock heavy metal

They be looking like COVID they making me sick

Finna ride around in that Lil benzo

Timmy Turner that nigga be wishing he me

Spent like half of a band on the Xander McQueen

Finna rock with Comme Garcon on the Tee

Wanna have attitude then ask for amiris

You, not a iPhone, Blackberry

Taking Lil mama back down to the telly yeah

After that don't call my celly no

Tryna make 150 bands for a show

I'm a real businessman they be calling my phone

Pull up in a rolls Royce , they be white like her toes

I'm a do this for my fam' yeah you know how it goes

Check-off

Feeling so cold that's the ice on my wrist

When I pull up I rock heavy metal

They be looking like COVID they making me sick

Finna ride around in that Lil benzo

Timmy Turner that nigga be wishing he me

Spent like half of a band on the Xander McQueen

Finna rock with Comme Garcon on the Tee

Not finna lie this easy

They be looking at me like I'm real fiji

Now they all regret that they really should've keep me

She ain't want me then now she wanna get freaky ahhh

Wait

They couldn't wait for the drop

Filling up my pockets, gotta fill em' up with knots

Got twenty, fifty, hunnids in the back of the yacht

They be stealing my style might as well let em' watch

We be lighting all the shows boutta jump in the moshpit

When they said I couldn't do it, well Lil nigga just watch this

I be feeling like I'm Nasa cause I'm blowing like a rocket

I ain't never been a crip but I got couple blues

If they really wanna sign me tell em' give me two

I'm from the NYC no it's nothing new

She want a Birkin bag with the jimmy choo

She a bad Lil thing, wonder why she be crying for the kid

They be thinking how I got it, cause I grind for this shit

Well sorry my bad, got the mind of a wiz

That's another little hater getting off my list