Off The Dribble

That's how I'm coming off the dribble, I'm aiming and squeezing

God told me switch my circle, I'm hanging with demons

Fresh out that barbed wire I'm just taking a breather

Hit the door and with five fades you gon' take it or leave it

Yeah, my advice is not popping (don't pop it)

Yeah, we got lightsabers not logic (oh my God)

The slimming cherry in my wood just not chronic (just not chronic)

You beef with gang strictly in your subconscious (in your brain)

Yeah it's unfortunate you ain't me (you ain't me)

I know that this real pole, 'cause the liquid ain't freeze

I know these shoebies I got on my body really ain't cheap (they're not cheap)

Got the game fucked up like Tyrese in Waist Deep (that's a movie)

Yeah, if you don't feel me then you can't reach

Drake with me, like I'm finna do a song with Tay Keith (like I'm finna yeah)

Opportunity, I give you off the love it ain't leech

Pussy was a little sorry but the face was that deep

I said I'll be with some gangsters, all my homies getting jiggy too

Aiming at the opps with a chop playing peek a boo

I'm still popping picking popping -ism out my wisdom tooth

Gave it to a different too exquisite making different moves

Sliding down your block I'm finna pop, I'm in a different mood (I am)

Bring my dreads back with a hat, I'm a different dude

Bitch I get it bracking, huh what happened?

Caught your homie lacking thought this what was smacking

Gang bang a lot, I'm sorry ma couldn't drop the ball

Nigga told me stop shooting, nigga couldn't stop at all

All them rock designer clothes, nigga I don't shop at malls

Big chopper on the sweater, told the bitch to drop her drawls

Gang bang a lot, I'm sorry ma couldn't stop at all mm

Nah I couldn't, I couldn't do it

I said gang banging a lot, I'm sorry mom couldn't stop at all

Bitch I'm full of lanes, I ain't changed

I'm finna pop it off why