Your Old Droog - "Off Top" Freestyle lyrics

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Your Old Droog - "Off Top" Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Your Old Droog] Sim simmo, who got the keys to my limo? YOD, get a snowjob with no problemo If bustin' nuts is the M.O Droog never begs a bimbo to get her legs akimbo Smuts, 17 to 45 is my demo You still on that "please listen to my demo" Holdin' up traffic on the FDR Drive They wanna hear my music? I'm like "check the archive" Give me a thumb drive, I still won't play it My joint dumb live, you still gon' play it A choice tale that's also multi-layered Spit it on the voicemail, son I can't wait to lay it I tend to chill, hang around, parlay with Homies from the ville; Browns, not Fayette You still spittin' bout guns but your guns ain't spittin' Livin' afraid, say it don't spray it And I'm a cla**ic man That's why they feel it all the way in Kazakhstan Even want that loud pack out in Pakistan I do a show, stans pack the stands With they hands up like a stick-up, we out there in the sticks Like they better not act up cause we'll beat a hick up in a hiccup Got your interest piqued So hot you gotta stop listenin', leave it alone for a week Real sh**, you gotta let it sit Think you could live my life, you wish You don't even do ish I start at 6, get off around 2-ish, save money like I'm Jewish (You are Jewish) Hittin' y'all with my newest I only do this cause this new age is sewage Heard your freestyle, y'all brothers is soft You need to get off, study me, Buddy Lee Illest flow in the whole district, and not induced Holistic, don't believe me, you can hold this dick Spent years trapped inside a small room Saying nothin', your silence spoke volumes Only one I talked to was the corner store Ahkhee Ain't nobody give me the look like [?] Didn't even peep the shade they gave us We was in the spot watching [?] Maino beefin' with Bunky SA Put out free hits and watch the junkies press play Resumé speaks for itself, top shelf Got wealth, clout, from the tunes I belt out Too doofy to jump on tables And stone-faced sit-downs with these labels Mystique, the swag is magnifique All that and a bag of [?] Not about bread I can't speak Yo there's not enough beat