Larry June - Off The Dribble lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Larry June - Off The Dribble lyrics]
Alright, let's put these
Motherfuckin' headphones on
Yeah, I'ma just go off the head
Just record me right here, yeah
I'm hoping I can touch a
Hundred bands by tonight
I'm lowkey stressing but I
Still bought the ice
Bust another knot then I bought my son a bike
Bust another knot then I bought my son a bike
I'm always by myself 'cause I don't
Trust a lot of niggas
Lowkey XD, forty in the kitchen
I fuck with square niggas
I fuck with street niggas
TM on the beat so you
Know this bitch a hitter
I still gotta jugg for my motherfucking pints
You thinking I'm your boyfriend
You must be sniffing nitrous
Tools on the Beamer
Got that bitch looking righteous
Tools on the Beamer
Got that bitch looking righteous
Switch it up, off the beat, one time
Damn damn damn, damn damn damn
Run up on a nigga with the four five
Keep going Larry, sock it to me
Came up, noww they say a nigga changed
I remember cold nights on the blade
(fuck, keep it rolling, keep it rolling
I'ma just switch it all the way up)
I don't know owe a nigga shit
I been working like a bitch
I don't do it like to brag
But this shit here feel like ten
I don't do no fucking xans, I like Beamers
I like Benz
Twenty-five for the bag, one for me
On for the bitch
Off the dribble, 'nother six
Ho I need a money counter
Call me Uncle Larry
Leave her drippin' like a water fountain
When I'm in Atlanta
Pull up on my brother Sean Kelly
I got plenty bitches
Every time I ask her she gon' let me
Hit it from the back
Then she make me grab her some spaghetti
Man the head so good I dropped my iPhone 7
Uh everything a nigga do you
Know it's fucking A-1
Had a whole lot of bitches
But I never paid one
Took the bitch to Napa Valley
Told her pinkies off the cup
Plain hoody, Saint Laurent, eight-fifty
Off the jump, yeah, uh
Merry Christmas bitch ass nigga
You know what I'm sayin', TFM
Off the dribble
Keep the change, ya filthy animal
Motherfuckin' headphones on
Yeah, I'ma just go off the head
Just record me right here, yeah
I'm hoping I can touch a
Hundred bands by tonight
I'm lowkey stressing but I
Still bought the ice
Bust another knot then I bought my son a bike
Bust another knot then I bought my son a bike
I'm always by myself 'cause I don't
Trust a lot of niggas
Lowkey XD, forty in the kitchen
I fuck with square niggas
I fuck with street niggas
TM on the beat so you
Know this bitch a hitter
I still gotta jugg for my motherfucking pints
You thinking I'm your boyfriend
You must be sniffing nitrous
Tools on the Beamer
Got that bitch looking righteous
Tools on the Beamer
Got that bitch looking righteous
Switch it up, off the beat, one time
Damn damn damn, damn damn damn
Run up on a nigga with the four five
Keep going Larry, sock it to me
Came up, noww they say a nigga changed
I remember cold nights on the blade
(fuck, keep it rolling, keep it rolling
I'ma just switch it all the way up)
I don't know owe a nigga shit
I been working like a bitch
I don't do it like to brag
But this shit here feel like ten
I don't do no fucking xans, I like Beamers
I like Benz
Twenty-five for the bag, one for me
On for the bitch
Off the dribble, 'nother six
Ho I need a money counter
Call me Uncle Larry
Leave her drippin' like a water fountain
When I'm in Atlanta
Pull up on my brother Sean Kelly
I got plenty bitches
Every time I ask her she gon' let me
Hit it from the back
Then she make me grab her some spaghetti
Man the head so good I dropped my iPhone 7
Uh everything a nigga do you
Know it's fucking A-1
Had a whole lot of bitches
But I never paid one
Took the bitch to Napa Valley
Told her pinkies off the cup
Plain hoody, Saint Laurent, eight-fifty
Off the jump, yeah, uh
Merry Christmas bitch ass nigga
You know what I'm sayin', TFM
Off the dribble
Keep the change, ya filthy animal