Off Shirt

Shortie a wetty
Booty bounce like the bass dawg
She can make it jiggle no jelly
She got a man, but she got mans pulling up to the Transcorp
She working the Telly
She say Wazi do you wanna be besties
I put her in testing
She think she a baddie streets know that she a battri
Bitch ain’t no cap when I’m rapping
She on her knees zipped down my
She on her knees zipped down my Omega
She on her knees, zipped down my Omega jeans
She said I knew you was packing
Bitch ain’t no cap when I’m rapping

Whoa
Only truth I’m feeding
Young Wazi on recon duty and
Lil Bruciе in the field he thе dealer
Go straight from communing with fiends
To the stu with the Gs
Make records for the dudes getting geeked
Boosting these bins, and these Gs of my Ms from the moon dawg

Tell them I don’t give a fuck about a top ten
They respect me like a prophet
Know the boy up next
And their shorties know I’m up next
Old bitch and she drop dead
Sent me one text
One text
I can tell that she want sex

Oya, Off Shirt
Off Shirt (beremole)
Off Shirt (off that shirt)
Off Shirt (off your shirt)
Off Shirt (beremole)
Off Shirt
Off Shirt
Off Shirt (yo, like yo)

Talk less
Talk less
Get topless (off clothes)
Get topless
Talk less
Get topless
Just Talk less
Get topless

And my new bitch got good brains on her
She dey come first
Shortie lick me till I’m spotless
Face on Barbie, Back on Rarri
See my ex, wonder how I fucked them
But it’s fuck them
Omo, it’s fuck them (the fuck?)
Fuck them