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Off Top
1790
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Off Top został wydany 31 stycznia 2025 przez NLess Entertainment / Island Records jako część albumu Focus More On Me (Deluxe)
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Data wydania31 stycznia 2025
WytwórniaNLess Entertainment / Island Records
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM71

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dee Mula
Dee Mula
Vocals
Big Yavo
Big Yavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ladarius Odum
Ladarius Odum
Lyrics
David Hayes
David Hayes
Composer
Yaven Mannie Mauldin
Yaven Mannie Mauldin
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Honcho Denaro,
Honcho Denaro,
Producer

Tekst Utworu

[Intro]
Uh-huh (Honcho on that beat, word, say less)
Dee Mula
Ayy, you know they like when I do this freestyle shit, man (Dah, dah, dah, dah)
They like when I come out top of the top
Big Yavo was like, "Mula, you been doin' this freestyle shit, ****, these **** really your sons" (Haha)
Really, huh, ayy
[Verse 1]
Bring a friend, I'm tryna fuck both of y'all
All my opps gon' die, I'm smooth dude, I'm gettin' too close to y'all (I'm gettin' too close to y'all, yeah)
All these **** mad 'cause I got cash, ain't got my hands out
Bitches pop out just to see Dee Mula, got their hands out (Come here, huh)
They know we tuck paper like teachers, you don't fuck with me, you a leecher
Them **** you kickin with shaky (Pussies), I up that Drac', they was the racin' (Doot-doot-doot)
Now all the opps rappin' 'bout switches since we chased 'em with them bitches (Yeah)
One car ran to a tree (Skrrt), the other car jumped in with fishes
**** better play some defense 'cause your offense sucks
Half of the **** with some opps, they know I don't give no fuck
They know I shoot my gun and run shit down (For real), chase **** ass back home
Who told you to come out the house? (Get back, get back)
Everybody been linkin' up, cool (That's alright), but don't let a **** see you out
Percocet 10, switch up the mood (Switch it)
This bitch got drunk, ate me up like food, ooh
Thumb in her butt, get freaky, ooh
Got this bitch so wet, I'm swimmin', pool (Wet, wet)
You ain't never had no **** with this amount of money
Quit cappin', bitch
Your baby daddy owe the plug and that new **** ain't havin' shit
These **** be payin' for pussy, just found out you the Cash App man
Ain't tryna lay up with nothin', they ain't want me when I was broke, so I spread the fan (Ayy)
Fuck them **** that showed they hand (Fuck 'em)
You talk too much, can't get in that car (Uh-uh)
**** be hidin', I want him dead (Want him dead)
I'm payin' top dollar for the drop (Go)
[Verse 2]
Ayy, I'm payin' top dollar for the load (Top), you payin' top dollar for the throat
I just spent fifteen on some kicks (Fifteen), he spent all his money on the bitch
12 get behind me, bro, take off this switch
Ayy, I ain't no capper, but came up off of nick' (No cap)
Ayy, I ain't no rapper, I'll serve you some shit (For sure)
I can't drive off that drank, I be swervin' and shit (Skrrt)
Ayy, bring some friends, I'm tryna fuck all three (Come here)
When I was on my dick, I ain't hit nobody, don't call me (No yap)
Broke as fuck, now my money tall as shit like Paul G (Paul)
Paul the Saul, Paul Jordan (Paul)
I'ma coach your ****, a small forward
**** get in the game, he barely scorin' (Pussy)
**** play like Al Horford
Ayy, the day a **** drop his nuts and reach, everybody gon' know it (Boom, frrah)
Send you up there, flown
Bust down my Carti', goin' plain my Rollie
**** tried come 'round and suck up this motion
Shit gotta be in you, not on you, lil' homie
Your jewelry be blurry and phony
This shit hit from afar, baby, come walk up on me (Uh-uh)
So many bullets and fullies for all the opponents
This **** gotta be tellin', he keep gettin' bonds (Tellin') unless his lawyer a coney (Damn)
Shit, unless the judge a hot dog
I ain't no rapper, I'll pull up and hop out (Huh)
I ain't gon' cap, I do a show in the city, then we brought every Glock out (Facts)
We brought every chop' out, **** raccoon, scared to pop out (Yeah)
It don't be smoke for real, if it ain't 'bout chicken, go cross your ass like hot sauce (Cross your)
Ayy, cross your ass like granny did (Uh)
**** better stay out my yard, this Stanley big (Stanly big)
**** ain't have any hoes, he payin' to hit (Payin')
**** ain't touchin' real money, I'm a man, you kid (Lil' boy)
Written by: David Hayes, Ladarius Odum, Yaven Mauldin
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