Babytron Offset Lyrics

[Intro]
I hate you, 20K

[Verse]
f*ck talkin', you gon' have to show me that your trigger work
I'm Offset and you Stefon Diggs, boy, I hit her first
Fuzz catchin' hats, every single one his pictures blurred
Ayy, I ain't wrote a rap in a minute
Must be down bad, ain't seen 'em hold a stack in a minute

I got that Prince stamp on the back of the mitten
Had to ban him from the trap, that boy bad for the business
I don't like the rap cap, I'd rather talk life
I don't want a Scat Pack, we play Hellcats with the bike

Might've rode in one, but you ain't drove a Hellcat in your life
And never meet my quota, you only made 12 racks in July
I'll makе that shit before noon
In Balenci' housе shoes off of Pro Tools

He getting too jittery, dog pulling coke moves
It's so much white up in the kitchen, I need snow boots
Vegan hoe, all she eat is dick and tofu
Ninety cents on beans and do the script like Goku

My life a movie, better go and get a Roku
All these pieces, I can solve a puzzle like Sudoku
I woke up in a chrome mood
I can coach you, but it ain't coming with no lectures

Winter in that big mud, f*ck a summer, it's a Spectre
Ain't worry 'bout the crowd, boy, I get buckets under pressure
f*ck my ex bitch, that's why I f*cked her cousin better
Why the f*ck he think he fly? They must've went and cut his feathers

Or leave a body in Fort Lake right by some sunken treasure
You would think that kuddie name was Ralphie, hit the club and wreck it
Oversized hoodie, size wars, I got a bum aesthetic
For that green, I'll leave 'em shredded like a bunch of lettuce

I ain't get a pen with the pro, you gotta run his credit Can't even tell you how much DJ Screw we done drunk in Texas
Safe to say the DJ screwed if he bumps the opps
Like DJ Vlad, you ask more questions than a f*ckin' cop

Down the toilet with the yellow drink, y'all can flush the snot
All that shit hit nine days, y'all can flush the Wock
I'm a thousand miles away
The crib almost complete, that bitch a thousand tiles away

Album almost complete, that bitch a thousand files away
Leave me alone, I damn near fake 'bout a thousand smiles a day
Free the real, I know it's more than a thousand trials a day
Go ahead, 'cause we gon' empty a thousand rifles a day

All I need on that road is some weed, a Bible, and drink
Play with us and your life is the price that you gon' pay
You see these princess cuts, nah, this ain't ice that you can break
I ain't gon' lie, I got a type and I can't fake it

Lil' redbone bitch, when she get high she look Blasian
Dude be blowin' Reggie, probably 'bout as high as the basement
My thoughts hit the finish line, you know my mind get to racing
You know I'm with some top-tier shit, can't vibe if she basic

It's just me and you, listen, I got tired of the Franklins
OGs dropped to ninety, Jordan 5s, these hoes ancient
I hate you, 20K
Rerocked him six times with the same f*ckin' scam

Pistons gang
Six seats away from Cade Cunningham, Shittyboyz
I might rock the tech, I'm poppin' out with Cinch
Oh, that boy think he dope, I guess I'm poppin' out like Finch
Seven-seven, f*ck Nico Harrison

Double seven, seven-seven, double seven

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