Off White - TwennyEights & Bout Paper Boyz: letra, videos musicales y conciertos

TwennyEights & Bout Paper Boyz

Off White

25

Hip-Hop/Rap

Off White fue lanzado el 28 de julio de 2023 por Quarry Boyz Entertainment como parte del álbum Rich Before Rap

Detalles de la canción

ÁlbumRich Before Rap

Fecha de lanzamiento28 de julio de 2023

Sello discográficoQuarry Boyz Entertainment

IdiomaEnglish

Melodía

Nivel de sonidos acústicos

Valence

Capacidad para bailar

Energía

BPM84

DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES

TwennyEights

Intérprete

Bout Paper Boyz

Bout Paper Boyz

Intérprete

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Allan Olao

Composición

Letra

Jacket sweater off white

Compare me to them boss guys

Wavy **** I just poured a six inside a small sprite

Rip to Take Off thank god I never shot dice

Danger he got shot twice

Soon I get the profit I go spend dat on some more pipes

How the fuck my paper gettin long and it's a short life

Bitch ain't never seen me wear a suit but I got mob ties

You playing with the wrong guys

Gucci used to pray to God at night to get a Beamer and a 4-5

Listen here

I could make a hunnid pounds disappear

All I gotta do is bag em up and they'll be outta here

Gang shit

I got too much work it's a slaveship

I ain't in the studio I left and hit the bank bitch

I ain't never met a hoe that told me that I can't hit

Everything I do they do the same shit

Lame nigggas

Copy me

Before I got a chain I had property

**** always trynna count my money, monopoly

But I ain't playing games tho

I'll get you stained hoe

Poured another eight before I counted up this bankroll

I just threw a hunnid in the club might need a rain coat

And I ain't doin no features you ain't gettin that verse you paid

Nah I ain't doin no features

You ain't getting that verse you sent over

I just called the plug and told him hit me with the same order

I made 20 thousand right here,seated in this same sofa

Catch him on the highway we put 30 in his Range Rover

I know everybody round me solid they'll never tell

I got dirty Fanta in my cup this ain't no ginger ale

I can't even tell you how much work I weighed on bronem scale

I keep calling Gucci just to find out if he checked the mail

Threw away a Rollie cause somebody told me time will tell

I ain't trynna talk bitch all I care is if the pack landed

Knock a **** out cause he ain't notice I was left handed

First I came and took over my city then I expanded

I know rappers snitching on the guys and they still kept rapping

Most the opposition not alive and the rest lackin

I put 30 thousand up this week in case some shit happen

I keep poppin shit on all these records and they get offended

You don't know how it feel ran up a mill while you was independent

You don't know how it feel

When one of your closest hommies get a sentence

You don't know how it feel

To loose a pound and get right back to business

I do

Ion trust nobody I been lied to

Poured another six before I went and got some fast food

Name a **** standin on dis shit the way that I do

Written by: Allan Olao

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