David Raé Shawn - Off The Top (feat. SHY CARDONA) Lyrics

Off the top, I don't fake shit, look
I don't f*ck with hoes with no fake tits, look
Muhammad Ali, I got the greatest hooks
David Raé Ramsay, let the greatest cook
Yeah, you already know, I'm trying to f*ck something baby
All my niggas bipolar, they'll bust something baby
Pizza Hut, cheesy bread, this wood stuffed crust baby
Don't be trying to f*ck up my Feng Shui
We send yo' ass straight to hell, this a one way
Bad bitch, treat the bedroom like a runway
Wave the stick like a Wii controller for the gunplay
Always 'riding dirty' just like Pimp C and Bun B
Uh
Off the top, I don't fake shit, look
I don't f*ck with hoes with no fake tits, look
Muhammad Ali, I got the greatest hooks
David Raé Ramsay, let the greatest cook
Yeah
Money flying up, numbers flying up
She want to compliment my roster, I'ma sign her up
This a 2500, not a monster truck
She want to link me again, she got to follow up
Hardbody, in case somebody trying to line me up
Big flame, in case somebody trying to fye me up
Who shot ya, who hit him up? I never gave a f*ck
We ain't got to kill nobody, let's pick David up
Uh
Off the top, I don't fake shit, look
I don't f*ck with hoes with no fake tits, look
Muhammad Ali, I got the greatest hooks
David Raé Ramsay, let the greatest cook
Between my soul and your soul
We're the definition of poor souls and lost souls
But I'ma get this money like my life depend on it
Cause this mic depend on it, cause my psyche depend on it (Uh)
No formidable opponent that could best me
Chest be hot as f*ck but yours is from Fontaine's temper
I'm ten toes and ten feet tall this December
Niggas act hard and get dismembered, nigga
Off the top, I don't fake shit, look
I don't f*ck with hoes with no fake tits, look
Muhammad Ali, I got the greatest hooks
David Raé Ramsay, let the greatest cook
Off the top, I don't fake shit, look
I don't f*ck with hoes with no fake tits, look
Muhammad Ali, I got the greatest hooks
David Raé Ramsay, let the greatest cook