Off Top Trae tha Truth (Ft. JARED & Moxiii Double Dee)

[Intro: Moxii Double Dee]
Hey, hey, uh, hey
Hey, hey, hey, uh, hey
Hey, hey, hey, uh, hey
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Moxii Double Dee & Trae Tha Truth]
Hoes ride down, wanna be on me (On me)
Told her "'Fore you hop in, what's ya D.O.B.?"
Airplane nigga like B.O.B
I'm a boss ass nigga, no J.O.B. (No what?)
You be startin' shit, never P.O.P
Send shout's to my niggas in the P.O.D
Fly ass hoes like TLC
They don't want no scrubs, just T.L.C. (Ooh, oooh)
T.L.C., T.L.C
I'ma get mine off T.O.P
Come to my bag, it's C.O.D
When it come to this shit, I'm a G.O.D. (G.O.D.)
I'ma get mine off T.O.P
Yeah, I'ma get mine off T.O.P
Walk in the spot, make it P.O.P
Everybody in the club tryna bе on me

[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
Hatin' on me, bettеr know they was broke
So much ice, you can hit up a slope
Niggas ain't shit, so I stay on my note
H-Town king, yeah they say I'm the G.O.A.T
Me and lil' bro tryna fill up the bank
Brand new whip make you get up and think
So much gas, he can fill up a tank
Brand new cup, go on fill up a drank
Any spot I hit is finna get packed
V.I.P., the shooter, he in the back
She a stallion, tryna get on her back
I'm a savage, I don't know how to act
Brand new bag, got me lookin' like a star
Hope it's soft when she get up in her car
Talk my shit, I'm bar after bar
Can't be stopped, niggas ain't up to par