(Go stream my boy's music)
(Let's go)
(Let's go stream Dyllan's music)
(We love you Offbeat)
I'm a genius man, put a dubstep lead on a Lucki beat
They said, "Who produced that shit?", and I said, "Offbeat"
They said, "Hold on wait, that's you?", I said, "Yeah that's me"
They steady talkin' 'bout a lease, I make my own beats
Huh-huh, Hi-Tech purple-pink that's all I need
I been ballin' like Miami, like the f*ckin' heat
Take my bitch out to the Grammys, I need one for me
I keep askin' what he sayin', I'm like, "Pardon me?"
I go Super Saiyan when I'm off that drank, yeah
I got super vision when I'm on that lean
Ballin' like I'm Howard in the f*ckin' paint, yeah
I keep askin' what he sayin', I'm like, "Pardon me?"
Gassed up like I'm Caustic, I could feel it ooh
Yeah that nigga he just talkin', I'm not scared of you
Diamonds flooded like Titanic, think I need a tube
She said, "What's that by your pockets?", bae I keep a tool
I'm a genius man, put a dubstep lead on a Lucki beat
No I'm not poppin' no Xans, I just puff that weed
If he wet up on my spleez, Imma make him bleed
Tryna chief up on my weed, said, "I got STDs"
(Is that Offbeat?)
YSL my f*ckin' denim
She suck me up just like she Venom
I just taxed him out the za like I'm Fanum, yeah
And I pull up in a ghost, (Danny Phantom, yeah)
I'm a genius man, pull up in a ghost, they not seein' me
If you not talkin' bout money, please don't speak to me
Shawty tryna hit my line, I hit DND
Chasin' bitches, y'all waste y'all time, I just need the green
Huh-huh, Hi-Tech purple-pink that's all I bleed
Yeah I'm headed to the doctors, purp all in my pee
(Oh shit, that's Offbeat?)
They said, "Hold on wait, that's you?", I said, "Yeah that's me"
I'm a genius man, put a dubstep lead on a Lucki beat
They said, "Who produced that shit?", and I said, "Offbeat"
They said, "Hold on wait, that's you?", I said, "Yeah that's me"
They steady talkin' 'bout a lease, I make my own beats, yeah
Huh-huh, Hi-Tech purple-pink that's all I need
I been ballin' like MIami, like the f*ckin' heat
Take my bitch out to the Grammys, I need one for me
I keep askin' what he sayin', I'm like, "Pardon me?"
(Offbeat, you killed this shit)