OFF-WHITE Lyrics

Hear the beat then I activate

I've been locked in for a while

But I'm trying not to reminisce

I don't wanna look back to the dark times

Found a light then I flipped the switch

See I went from banks to the fame

With the name had to make a switch

But I'm in it for the banks not fame

Tell the teller need my hunits crisp

The the runner no ones in this

Why ya broad always popping shit

Call sis make her run in her lips

And that's how the story ends

I'm the best in the city

Ya ain't know that yet

Sat back had to learn the steps

Man a bar for a bar I'm they biggest threat

As far as real rap I'm as good as it gets

Ain't no need to compare the checks

Ya boy getting bread and I barley flex

Cause the Ds be tryna chase the net

So we move swift fold em make a left

White ash when we smoking chump

Gotta know this that potent stuff

I ain't even gon hold you up

Need a eighth of designer tryna smoke with us

Big racks can't fold em up

Thank god that I wasn't cut like y'all

Money international go hard ina mall

Shopping in the summer we prepared for the fall

Double shot of henny i could run through a wall

Double shot of 42 got her pulling on draws

Pick and choose gotta play a card

Money on a circle flowing through the squad

It's facts or a goal

Cause homeboy I ain't kicking frauds

And ya shawty go low

Just to try to get a taste of mars

Hopped in the whip

120 On the dashboard

Happy birthday banko

Couple words from the last whore

Fail on fail my life like a crash course

But my bitch too bad long hair like a black horse

I ain't tryna brag but damn

Ya Niggas gone force the hand

Tryna rap tune in I don't make you dance

But no shade to a soul only goal is bands

In the dark I devise the plan

Double tap for the love I ain't talking

Gram

Visualize stand behind the cam

Made a movie Shit is Gucci like dapper dan

Told em it's no racing me

Stay in my own lane gotta pace the speed

Swagger down pat got the remedy

You can't move before I start that's a penalty

I never known to pocket watch

Had to wait my turn tryna watch the clock

Broke niggas tryna block the shot

Steady counting up wins they just mad they not

Middle-finger screaming fuck the cops

Ain't no love for nigga tryna keep us locked

I got a dream gotta leave the block

Couple acres couple cars gotta make a lot

Hit the block then I set up shop

Fuck love I gotta chase the guap

Got ya bitch giving only top and back rubs

My favorite thot

I been locked in for a while

Trying not to reminisce

I don't wanna look back to the dark times

Found a light then I flipped the switch

See I went from banks to the fame

With the name had to make switch

But I'm in it for the banks not fame

The the teller need my hunits crisp