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Album: Quality Control: Control The Streets Volume 1 (2017)
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  • [Intro: Offset]
    We havin' a check by the way
    Huh, woo woo woo
    You feel me? you dig
    Shit look easy, know what I mean
    DJ Durel
    Hey

    [Chorus: Offset]
    Don't I look like I'm the shit lil' nigga?
    Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil nigga
    Thought you had hits but you missed lil nigga
    Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil nigga?
    You little niggas keep gossiping
    You should go work for the blogs and them
    Don't fuck with the gang, they the opposite
    Pop at them niggas, apocalypse
    Um, yeah, you cannot stop it
    Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit
    Um, yeah, this no Monopoly
    But we got colorful money and property
    Um, yeah, what's in your pocket?
    The pocket rocket, please do not size me
    Um, yeah, bored on the private
    Boogers look snotty, I'm good on a thotty

    [Verse 1: Offset]
    Uh, yeah, I'm 'bout to get his ass hit
    Yeah, pay that lil' dime
    Yeah, if you get knocked for that body
    Yeah, do that lil' time (appeal)
    Yeah, half of a brick is a nine plus nine, can't show this on Vine (on the low though)
    Yeah, most of you niggas drop dimes on dimes, you can't do the time (you a ho though)
    Elliot got me on blind, I'm blind, I can't see my time (shine)
    Yeah, if I'm a gangster my bitch is a gangster, she ready to slide (she ready to ride)
    Bitch I can't face it, I sip on the Matrix, I'm dead or alive (uhh)
    If I go broke I'm not asking nobody, I'm ready to rob (ready to kick)
    Slob on my knob, canary diamonds, corn on the cob (yellow, ice)
    Fifty K sloppy, all in my pocket, call it a Whopper (fifty ball)
    Can't kick it, no soccer, birds in the trap still sing like an opera (brr)
    Robinson 44 (uh), bitch take a trip in the chopper
    Still ballin' like forty-four, and we still pull up with choppers
    Still bustin' off forty-four, you talkin' 'bout guns or the profit (uh)
    Yeah, go pick up a bigger load, from Pablo, Rico, and Papi (Rico)
    You got them bricks, we gon' hit the door (boo)
    I'm in your hood, Robin

    [Chorus: Offset]
    Don't I look like I'm the shit lil nigga?
    Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil nigga
    Thought you had hits but you missed lil nigga
    Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil nigga?
    You little niggas keep gossiping
    You should go work for the blogs and them
    Don't fuck with the gang, they the opposite
    Pop at them niggas, apocalypse
    Um, yeah, you cannot stop it
    Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit
    Um, yeah, this no Monopoly
    But we got colorful money and property
    Um, yeah, what's in your pocket?
    The pocket rocket, please do not size me
    Um, yeah, bored on the private
    Boogers look snotty, I'm good on a thotty (thotty)

    [Verse 2: Cardi B & Offset]
    Bardi, uh
    Ain't with the politicking with you, I don't need to vote (nah)
    I sell tracks that these tours need for seating rows (packed)
    I'm in the spot these whack bitches is competing for (weak, who?)
    Matter fact I'm that bitch that's really eating the most (hrrr)
    I'm with your nigga 'cause he know just how treat a ho (splurge)
    Let's talk money in Spanish 'cause I can speak it in both (díme)
    I been ballin' kinda like when Derek Jeter rose (woo)
    I'm with the papis with machetes so we L-O (ahh)
    Travel with the head of state, you know they keep the pole (baow, baow)
    By now lil bitch you can't get P to roll (blah)
    He kept the ice on my neck and kept that fever low (woo)

    [Chorus: Offset]
    Don't I look like I'm the shit lil nigga?
    Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil nigga
    Thought you had hits but you missed lil nigga
    Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil nigga?
    You little niggas keep gossiping
    You should go work for the blogs and them
    Don't fuck with the gang, they the opposite
    Pop at them niggas, apocalypse
    Um, yeah, you cannot stop it
    Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit
    Um, yeah, this no Monopoly
    But we got colorful money and property
    Um, yeah, what's in your pocket?
    The pocket rocket, please do not size me
    Um, yeah, bored on the private
    Boogers look snotty, I'm good on a thotty (thotty) Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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