Music Video
SWIDT - Off The Top Feat. Diggy Dupé, MELODOWNZ, JessB, Rizván
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
SWIDT
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Diggy Dupé
Komponist:in
JessB
Songwriter:in
Isaiah Libeau
Komponist:in
D. Latu
Songwriter:in
Amon McGoram
Songwriter:in
B. Price
Songwriter:in
R. Tu'itahi
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
SmokeyGotBeatz
Produzent:in
Jordan Stone
Mischtechniker:in
Chris Chetland
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Off the top, fuck the cops
Been the masses, say they not
On the block with the squad
Other girls will hit the top
And it shots and it spots
Though that shit'll get me high
Bunny hop off the curb
Almost hit my neighbor's ride
G, you're high
That's a lie
This the perfect matrimony
Yeah, I'm drunk
Yeah, I'm stony
Yeah, I'm mobbin' with the homies
In the street
Twenty deep
Me for go or watch it clean
Lookin' back tell 'em flag
Five oh one on my jeans
[Verse 2]
I came with the flow J
I'm ready to roll J
You were never the OJ
It's better you don't spade
That's what they claim
But this my lay
So please refrain
I'm off in this game
You know the name Spizike
[Verse 3]
Rock on with your bad self
Spizike, rock on with your bad self
Spizike, rock on with your bad self
'Cause I ain't and if is in the motherfuckin' house
[Verse 4]
Well, it's the two piece Tyson with a hat to match
Rock the braids underneath 'cause your bitch like that
Slick like that
Haters, you can sit right back
Two, two-ies
That's why they on my tip like that
Flip on my hip
That collector tryna call
Never do I answer 'cause it's motherfuck the law
Now they showin' love but they never did before
Got 'em on the train
All aboard
Split it on my jacket
On my cap and on my tee
Wear it to the muscle
All the bitches notice me
I'm from where the sirens ringin' when you go to sleep
And you ain't near the ocean when I say your by the seas
[Verse 5]
Around the way
Around the way
Still nothing changed
Wada da, day
Wada da, day
Around the way
Around the way
Still nothing changed
Wada da, day
Wada da, day
[Verse 6]
Jesus still duckin' the law
The fiends are still runnin' the scars
I see you're still
Got the ills concealed and bills stuffed in my drawers
Pills kill the thrills
We'll have 'em huntin' for more
And everyday I'm still in the hill runnin' my dog
Still chill outside the bakery
Run pastry off the steak and cheese
French sticks with the cream
Fresh hits with the team
He's still inside the barber shop
Still gotta hit the homie
Will they get the corner shop?
Scare face with the switch blades
Still remain in the old family home with the cousins
What you know 'bout eatin' homes with the stove in the oven
Roamin' in bunches of rollin' stones
So hold you for your mobile phone
Three one two
Connect with oh one five like the Owen hills
[Verse 7]
Still chill in my momma house
We caught a EP in my bedroom
Still gettin' paranoid when I see the police
Man pullin' up into my rearview, aye
Still rock sock slides
Young yum noodles
Still prefer a bit of approval
Watchin' Youtube still
Poor like Blue's Clues
Huh, you get me now?
Still put them work like cuttin' grass, machete style
Still this brown shun the Gemini
Phenomenon
I'll never run like from a one on one
My story just begun
Uh and you can catch me in the soup, be eating sushi
Still respect the poof
See, it's my eyes
I have one too, three
Yeah, never see my feet inside some Jordan fours
Pause, more like feet hungry
And knife for the smorgasbord
[Verse 8]
Around the way
Around the way
Still nothing changed
Wada da, day
Wada da, day
Around the way
Around the way
Still nothing changed
Wada da, day
Wada da, day
[Verse 9]
It's the OG jazz beat
Baby face, ooh, we
Still rocks and Maddy slides
And the XLT
Stay rollin' with the team
Till I DIE
Still slap a pussy boy who wanna side die me
Now she on stage
Still nothin' changed for the girl
I never changed for the money
I never changed for the world
And now they lookin' at me
Now they waitin' on me
And now they waitin' to see
And cash, you take the pressure, homie
Yeah, they watchin' close the haters
And a holy moly
Makin' my way slowly
Got the ballin'
Now I'm stony
Phonies come too often
Low key think they know me
Unless it's business, homie
Bitch, don't call my phony
[Verse 10]
Still up in the mad dash
And the main street pays fiends they fee for the action
Still the same Lee, I stay sucker free
Man, ain't nothin' changed but the address, aye
I'm ready to pay my dues
Claim to fame, I'm ready to break my moves
Daily basis on a paper chase
They coulda make the ways but hater's pray I lose, aye
They run by destruction
Cuttin' the top of the top gun
Come alive with the north side
I aim for the sky and I'm done with the sub sun
I'm savin' around the change
Draw with the quickest bang, bang
Gotta get down for my thing
North city risen
[Verse 11]
Around the way
Around the way
Still nothing changed
Wada da, day
Wada da, day
Around the way
Around the way
Still nothing changed
Wada da, day
Wada da, day
Written by: Amon McGoram, B. Price, D. Dupe, D. Latu, Isaiah Libeau, JessB, R. Tu'itahi
