ShittyBoyz, Big Money Rich, Biltmore Peeko - Off The Top lyrics

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz

Crunchwrap supreme with diablo sauce
I ain't talking ’bout no food
That's just how I talk
Call you "Chum Bucket"
Walk around without the sauce
I should be a motherfucking dentist
That's just how I floss

Dog shit, I done came with the dookie roll
Super slick
Played the lil’ bitch like a movie roll
Man, I'm sick and tired of you goofy hoes
Chopstick next to the pape'
That's a sushi roll

Heard them niggas looking for me
Tell them boys I'm ready
Looking at my mans like
"Is yo shoot hand steady?"
If we ain't fucking, we ain't talking, yes
This shit can get petty
Call when he shoot, he a lefty

I'll leave a nigga hating like a Nazi
Bitch, I’m with the gang and I
See you with the posse
I’m shooting up your street
I'm looking like a zombie
I shot a oldhead ’cause he
Was fucking with my mommy

Fucking with my sister
Should've popped him in his shit
Niggas got bows of cookie like Cookie Crisp
Bitches treat my dick just like licorice
Split the wrapper then passed it to
Her friend when she finished

Dukes made a monster, Frankenstein
Feel like Xzibit, if he slide
I'ma paint his ride
Used to have love, now it's just hate inside
Tried to close the doors but I
Still found a way inside

Money on the floor then I’m
Coming like I'm Icewear
Heard they was sleep so I'm
Coming like a nightmare
Fire-ass Minnesota piece, he from White Bear
Jumped in the water
You would think I ain't like air

At the self-scan
Got me looking around my shoulders
I think it's time we wake them niggas up
Just like i ain't gon' lie
I think my pockets seen more
Paper than a folder
We taking niggas' spots up, y'all
Know that it's over, nigga

Keep my circle tight like dun dun da duns
Bullet stuck in his head
Like his favorite song
All my niggas want the bread
We'll take more then
Treat him like a lawn chair
Get that nigga folded

Sitting in the trap house
While the smokers smoking
Holding on to the ratchet like I'm
I seen something that I ain't 'posed to
I ain't even notice
I seen niggas seen they opps
And they ain't even blow

Chilling in the trap
Bricks sitting in the chair pre-game LeBron
Threw some powder in the fucking air
Think I paid the refs 'cause I ball
It ain't fair bitch asking for my heart but
I swear it ain't there