Lyrics Offers - Mak11

Dodging that bitch cuz she a stalker
Water my wrist I want it aqua
Audemar glist gon shine so proper
Ops on my dick they brought that drama
Popping my shit I'm hot like saunas
Got em all sick they hock and vomit
Rock with my clique don't talk to coppers
Imma get rich don't want your offers
I'm finna sit in your office
But then I'm dismissing your offers
Bitch I ain't wit it I'm off this
Quit giving me minimum offers
I'm sick of them giving me offers
Get hit with the stick and that's offence
Them digits ain't shit in them offers
I'm thinking bout triple them offers

I'm playing to get to the profit
They praying to pick in my pocket
I'm staying so lit like a rocket
She gave me good lip and she locked it
Remain with the clique and we rocking
He lame he ain't live what he talking
I'm aiming the stick at his socket
Then I'm paying to pick out his coffin
Made for this shit I'm blessed and destined
Came to get rich and flex like wrestling
Making em quit my guess they stressing
Sank all they ships they SOSing
Wait til my wrist and chest expensive
Draped up in drip I'll dress impressive
Claim he legit I'm pressing questions
Faking the bit get left rejected
Hunt for that paper like I'm a detective
Cut up the cake and invest it
When it come to my payment I'm kinda protective
Fuck out my face get a breath mint
Just a young player who's highly connected
What can they say to the best bitch
This bud got me faded I'm lighting up pressure
A couple of bags to my chest kid
A couple of ounces talking OZ's
She sucking me down she all on her knees
Can't run with no clowns or get caught up with freaks
I'm dumping them rounds then he falling asleep
They love how it sound when I talk and I speak
Might jump in the crowd and get lost in the sea
That's what I'm about man on God I'm a G
If you bust in my house imma knock out your teeth

Dodging that bitch cuz she a stalker
Water my wrist I want it aqua
Audemar glist gon shine so proper
Ops on my dick they brought that drama
Popping my shit I'm hot like saunas
Got em all sick they hock and vomit
Rock with my clique don't talk to coppers
Imma get rich don't want your offers
I'm finna sit in your office
But then I'm dismissing your offers
Bitch I ain't wit it I'm off this
Quit giving me minimum offers
I'm sick of them giving me offers
Get hit with the stick and that's offence
Them digits ain't shit in them offers
I'm thinking bout triple them offers

And some Versace
I been the kid no karate
Hotter than coffee
I'm cooking hits like Hibachi
Got me a stick like its hockey
Walk in this bitch and it's bopping
Talking my shit til the coffin
I always be lit but I'm locked in
They want what I got
I cannot blame them
Up at the top
That's where the gang is
Fuck what you thought
We not on the same shit
Run up the guap
I'm tryna get paid quick
Bundles of knots
I need my payments
Bust at an op
I leave him brainless
Stuck in one spot
But I keep on changing
Bust out the glock
They see that I'm dangerous

Dodging that bitch cuz she a stalker
Water my wrist I want it aqua
Audemar glist gon shine so proper
Ops on my dick they brought that drama
Popping my shit I'm hot like saunas
Got em all sick they hock and vomit
Rock with my clique don't talk to coppers
Imma get rich don't want your offers
I'm finna sit in your office
But then I'm dismissing your offers
Bitch I ain't wit it I'm off this
Quit giving me minimum offers
I'm sick of them giving me offers
Get hit with the stick and that's offence
Them digits ain't shit in them offers
I'm thinking bout triple them offers