Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
F*ck it
I double the digits up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
F*ck that shit that you did
You ain't did enough
He hate on the kid
Cause' I'm getting up
I Don't want your bitch
Cause' I already hit enough
And it's too late for you kid
You not lit enough
I got racks in the safe
Til' my money get big enough
I got your hoe
And she trynna come suck on the dick
Like a sippy cup
I pull up in a tank
Or a semi truck
I pull up to the bank
I'm like gimme bruh
Nigga f*ck what you think
I don't give a f*ck
You not having no rank
You a f*cking duck
You not having no pape
You a f*cking scrub
You not having no cake
You a f*cking dub
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Her top insane
I chop off the top of the coupe
It's no brain
If you play with this shit
We gone' shoot at your brain
I'm having blue hundreds
You minimal wage
I go get that money
Then get out the way
Like call in the referee
I'm making plays
Like you not ahead of me
Stay in your lane
I'm rolling up
Smoking up dope
And i'm chocking up
If she come back to the spot
Then you know, that I'm stroking her
When It come back to the knots
Then you know, that I'm loaded up
Too many racks in my pocket
You know they're not folding up
I'ma pop my shit
These niggas, they know what's up
You can get popped real quick
If you thinking bout' running up
Come shop real quick
Yeah I'm thinking bout' thumbing up
I Ball in the Major Leagues
Niggas just runner up's
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
F*ck it
I double the digits up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
F*ck that shit that you did
You ain't did enough
He hate on the kid
Cause' I'm getting up
I Don't want your bitch
Cause' I already hit enough
And it's too late for you kid
You not lit enough
I got racks in the safe
Til' my money get big enough
I got your hoe
And she trynna come suck on the dick
Like a sippy cup
I pull up in a tank
Or a semi truck
I pull up to the bank
I'm like gimme bruh
Nigga f*ck what you think
I don't give a f*ck
You not having no rank
You a f*cking duck
You not having no pape
You a f*cking scrub
You not having no cake
You a f*cking dub
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Her top insane
I chop off the top of the coupe
It's no brain
If you play with this shit
We gone' shoot at your brain
I'm having blue hundreds
You minimal wage
I go get that money
Then get out the way
Like call in the referee
I'm making plays
Like you not ahead of me
Stay in your lane
I'm rolling up
Smoking up dope
And i'm chocking up
If she come back to the spot
Then you know, that I'm stroking her
When It come back to the knots
Then you know, that I'm loaded up
Too many racks in my pocket
You know they're not folding up
I'ma pop my shit
These niggas, they know what's up
You can get popped real quick
If you thinking bout' running up
Come shop real quick
Yeah I'm thinking bout' thumbing up
I Ball in the Major Leagues
Niggas just runner up's
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
F*ck it
I double the digits up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
F*ck that shit that you did
You ain't did enough
He hate on the kid
Cause' I'm getting up
I Don't want your bitch
Cause' I already hit enough
And it's too late for you kid
You not lit enough
I got racks in the safe
Til' my money get big enough
I got your hoe
And she trynna come suck on the dick
Like a sippy cup
I pull up in a tank
Or a semi truck
I pull up to the bank
I'm like gimme bruh
Nigga f*ck what you think
I don't give a f*ck
You not having no rank
You a f*cking duck
You not having no pape
You a f*cking scrub
You not having no cake
You a f*cking dub
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Her top insane
I chop off the top of the coupe
It's no brain
If you play with this shit
We gone' shoot at your brain
I'm having blue hundreds
You minimal wage
I go get that money
Then get out the way
Like call in the referee
I'm making plays
Like you not ahead of me
Stay in your lane
I'm rolling up
Smoking up dope
And i'm chocking up
If she come back to the spot
Then you know, that I'm stroking her
When It come back to the knots
Then you know, that I'm loaded up
Too many racks in my pocket
You know they're not folding up
I'ma pop my shit
These niggas, they know what's up
You can get popped real quick
If you thinking bout' running up
Come shop real quick
Yeah I'm thinking bout' thumbing up
I Ball in the Major Leagues
Niggas just runner up's
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the top of my brain
I'm losing control
Writer: TERRANCE JENNINGS II
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