Off Top – Song and Lyrics by 42 Dugg

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Off Top’ by 42 Dugg. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 42 Dugg or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Big Latto, brr
Yeah, yeah
(Hitmaka)
(Skip got the bounce, it go crazy)

They all be flaw, I ain’t shit like them (yeah)
Drop racks on fabric, I don’t sit like them (yeah)
Beat a bitch in front of her mama and baby
These hands go crazy, make a bitch out dem
All-white when I come through
Caught her at the light, hit the bitch with the one-two
Your nigga ain’t hard, f*ck around and catch one too
Real big stepper
Crime scene taped up, real big letters, yeah
Jumped off the porch to a Porsche with them horses (skrrt)
Don’t get extorted, bitch, I do extortion (boop)
Drip on a bitch, all my diamonds assorted (ice)
My pussy expensive, boy, you can’t afford it
Young and I’m bad, I’m saditty and pretty (pretty)
And I get active, I make a ho feel it
Glock in my pantie, don’t make me go get it (uh)
Nasty, he tryna f*ck on my period (ooh)

Off top, man, them hoes ain’t never on that
Them hoes ain’t never on that
Off top, man, them hoes ain’t never on that
Make a nigga look back, ain’t never gon’ front
Off top, man, them hoes ain’t never on that
Them hoes ain’t never on that
Off top, man, them hoes ain’t never on that
Make a nigga look back, ain’t never gon’ front

Never tell a ho nothin’, keep shit to myself
.39 chrome hops out under my belt
Never needed no help to shit on you
Loyalty over royalty, I been on it
Pack up and come back like we spinnin’
Nigga steady hittin’ my pints, he finished
Back in the day wheat Timbs, True stitchin’
Now every night, turn niggas to bitches
I don’t like pictures, f*ck you mean?
Baddie in the west, right from the south
Come f*ck with me, I’m up from beans
I f*ck with weed and a lil’ bit of coke
Real dope boy spend five on coats
I used to sell soap to them boys in the feds
Hooked on Wock’ still looking for the red
.45 Glock, big 3-0
Twenty-five hundred, tryna f*ck the CEO
Better not play with my team, know this shit get turnt
Please no fire, lil’ bitch, I’m hurt
Bustin’ the wire, whole nose got thirty
Please, freeze

Off top, man, them hoes ain’t never on that (bitch)
Them hoes ain’t never on that
Off top, man, them hoes ain’t never on that
Make a nigga look back, ain’t never gon’ front
Off top, man, them hoes ain’t never on that
Make a nigga look back, ain’t never gon’ front