Lyrics Off the Rip - A-Lux feat. Keef

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They got trophies (yeah)
But I got butter fingers, call it low key (low key)
So I stay at the crib blowin' OG (OG)
Imma open Looperman mix a hype beat
And drink some Hi-C

Boolin' in my Nikes
No I'm not from Anaheim but I be mighty
Uh, had a couple beers, feelin' flighty (yeah)
And the last name Bulger, call me Whitey
Been feelin' feisty (whoop)

Nah, you can't try me
Swing a sword like Brienne, I be knightly (yuh)
Aye, find a better rapper, that ain't likely, (nah)
All these haters throwin' salt
I take it lightly, they movin' slightly (yeah)

And my bitch spicy (spicy)
Aye, see her at the gym, keep it tight b, (tight b)
If she keep it hot I'll keep her icy (icy)
And if she get the itch, call her Ivy
I hit it nightly

Imma need some Visene (shit)
Imma take a nap and read, call it Riley (oooo)
I be living rent free up in your psyche (yeah)
Aye, I can answer prayers, Bruce Almighty (aye)
I keep it tidy (yeah)

I'm off the rip
In yo hoe mouth sitttin' like a Quip
With my ancestors sittin' on her lip
Got a couple stains left in the whip, in the whip

I'm off the rip
Got no cleats, still I never slip
Heard your last track, man Imma skip
Imma, yeah, Imma skip, aye

I'm off the rip
In yo hoe mouth sitttin' like a Quip
With my ancestors sittin' on her lip
Got a couple stains left in the whip, in the whip

I'm off the rip
Got no cleats, still I never slip
Heard your last track, man Imma skip
Imma, yeah, Imma skip, aye

When you finna realize my music is a luxury (yeah)
When you finna tell your man he living in some cuckery (uh)
Stop with all the nonsense and all the fucking fuckery
I'm on my fifth tape I don't keep it introductory (nah)

R-I-P to Juice and them rappers in recovery
The kid he stay sippin' lean and I'm stayin' hungry (yup)
I got hella munchies and I'm smoking on some shrubbery (whoop)
Got your shawty on a string, had to call it puppetry (yup)

Know you ain't hittin' cuz you met her at a nunnery (ooo)
Man she filled with something and I think it kinda rubbery (shit)
Want it outside, know that bird about discovery (yuh)
Hit it through my dungarees, left a stain, buttery

I'm off the rip
In yo hoe mouth sitttin' like a Quip
With my ancestors sittin' on her lip
Got a couple stains left in the whip, in the whip

I'm off the rip
Got no cleats, still I never slip
Heard your last track, man Imma skip
Imma, yeah, Imma skip, aye

I'm off the rip
In yo hoe mouth sitttin' like a Quip
With my ancestors sittin' on her lip
Got a couple stains left in the whip, in the whip

I'm off the rip
Got no cleats, still I never slip
Heard your last track, man Imma skip
Imma, yeah, Imma skip, aye

Ripped off some chicks to get paid
Profit powers onward on cloudy days
Doubt honesty in what other say
Meanwhile keep it real like Riley
But dangerous days behind me
That means like Huey i'm retired
Building stamina back lately
Future revolutionary gunfire
You should run in fear baby, I'm sporting the all-black attire
Including a hat that I pocketed off some colonizers
And car full of books been ran off some colonizers
County was a cold night but swear I'm smarter now
Found a method to crime cause I'm a fucking communist
It's no use crying if your nose big red like a clown
It's whole foods hunger gentrified, they robbing us
Y'all keep buying the shit, gon' return to dust
Meanwhile me and mine stay off the rip, we doing us

I'm off the rip
In yo hoe mouth sitttin' like a Quip
With my ancestors sittin' on her lip
Got a couple stains left in the whip, in the whip

I'm off the rip
Got no cleats, still I never slip
Heard your last track, man Imma skip
Imma, yeah, Imma skip, aye

I'm off the rip
In yo hoe mouth sitttin' like a Quip
With my ancestors sittin' on her lip
Got a couple stains left in the whip, in the whip

I'm off the rip
Got no cleats, still I never slip
Heard your last track, man Imma skip
Imma, yeah, Imma skip, aye

I'm off the rip
I'm off the rip
I'm off the rip
I'm off the rip