Off Top Of The Head lyrics

[Intro]
Mic check me
And don't nobody talk that sh*t like you, Gotti
Ayy, we got about three minutes on this one
Aight
We gotta give 'em that shootoff sh*t
Aight
Off the top
Aight
Three minutes
Let's go

[Verse]
This that CM8, n*gga, f*ck a tape, this a classic
This that fresh up off the digi scale to the plastic
This that if you go against the hood, sh*t get drastic
This that in the kitchen flippin' dope like a gymnastic
This what they been waitin' on
Pulled up in that Lamb', n*gga, this what they been hatin' on
Plus I put my mans on
I'm the man, I, I'm the man
I made myself a million and started off with three grams
That's an 8 ball, I ain't talkin' 8 ball
The hood I'm livin' legend, like I'm 8Ball
I seen straight hoes turn to killers
'Cause you got more money don't make you realer
[?]
I ain't never talkin' no loss and I ain't talkin' down on my dawgs
(Nah, nah, keep goin')
And I ain't goin' to war 'bout no broad unless it's my mama, n*gga
I'm a rich crip, [?], I'm Osama, n*gga
(Ha, you heard this sh*t, Leo?)
(I said [?])
[?], n*gga
I need a women like the first lady
So she she can have fourth baby
So I can buy my fifth crib
And get that b*tch a whole meal
I can change the floor when I wanna or how I wanna
Do what I wanna, when I wanna
I've been sellin' legal, any legal, Marijuana, I'm a hustler, ain't it
Turn his ass into an organ donor
Run his ass [?], you barred
b*tch hurt your heart, you're scared
I understand, it's hard
Sike, f*ck a b*tch and f*ck everything about the b*tch and f*ck her n*gga too
And f*ck what you're goin' through and what you've been through and who you came to
I've been drinkin' Hennessy thinkin' 'bout the [?] with 'em
'Til I catch up with 'em and put the TEC to 'em
'Til I catch up with your partners 'cause I'm next to 'em
Then I write him off the list, put an "X" to 'em
(Then go back to CM1, go off)
This that OG cocaine music sh*t, that shootoff
Back when I was havin' shootouts right in front of [?] house
Back when me and Grip was breakin' half of bricks down in Big G's house
Back when me and Dee was skippin' school and takin' hoes to eat out
Back when I got my first crib, we turnt that b*tch into a f*ck house
Then we start robbin' then we turnt that to the duck out
You can ask my mama, n*gga, [?] bust out
f*cked up so many rooms that she told me to get the f*ck out
So I got the f*ck out, ran my money the f*ck up
Convinced my plug to trust us, then I f*cked his sack up
This flow too slow, so I gotta speed it up
Bad b*tch, beat it up
Never ever eat it up
I'ma leave her boyfriend for that
Real n*gga, frontline
On sight, I'm fine
True hustler bloodline, gotta love that
CM8