Offset – Violation Freestyle

Bust down my wrist, bitch I’m Patek’d up (bust up)
From the Nawfside, lot of Mexicans with grams (Nawf)
I thank him ’cause really I did something (hey)
[Verse]
I really posted on blocks with these K’s (blocks)
Get up your bag and you pop shit (pop)
I don’t upload a nigga, but when I see you I’ll expose you niggas
Ain’t no more motherfuckin’, "Wassup bro" with these niggas man
Yellow skin bitch and she tatted up (hey)
If I feel like it’s smoke then I’m calling out niggas (smoke)
I’m thinking about putting some stock in the braids (stock)
I’m thinking about putting some stock in the braids (stock)
Yellow skin bitch and she tatted up (hey)
Back up lil bitch, you ain’t bad enough (back up)

Gelato smell just like a moshpit (moshpit)
I just woke up to the money today (wake up)
Thankin’ the lord what he did for me (God)
Ten thousand racks wipe his nose, official (racks)
30K shows, that’s that kid money (thirty ball)
Keep that shit quiet though, keep that shit quiet
Back up lil bitch, you ain’t bad enough (back up)
A lot of big names we done put them on game (game)
[Intro]
Lawrenceville High we got 85 vans (woo)
I just woke up to the money today (wake up)
No more vodka we sipping on active (Act)
No more vodka we sipping on active (Act)
As soon as you see these niggas, these niggas wanna cop pleas
At the top with the older niggas (OG)
Niggas so young that I’m feeling like I’m a OG
I pick out a foreign, got options (foreign)
You was broke, reading bricks, scared of pistols (hey, hey)

[Chorus]
I really posted on blocks with these K’s (blocks)
It’s all red, yeah the coupe it’s a blister (skrt)
I pick out a foreign, got options (foreign)
Fuck all that demon shit, I’m ’bout to pray (God)
I got more money than all of you niggas (money)
Bust down my wrist, bitch I’m Patek’d up (bust up)
Fuck all that demon shit, I’m ’bout to pray (God)
All of my foreigns get mounted up (mounted up)
Get up your bag and you pop shit (pop)
Gelato smell just like a moshpit (moshpit)
Fuck all that uzi we give them the SIG gun (SIG)

Amsterdam, wrappin’ a global figure (woo)
Lil nigga, lil nigga you act like you bigger (huh)
‘Cause you’re rich, lil nigga ain’t official (nah)
[Chorus]
All of my foreigns get mounted up (mounted up)
Quavo told me about you niggas locked up in the chains (lames)
Lil boy, boy you ain’t did nothin’ (lil boy, boy)
And I got loads of figures (loads)
They really don’t understand what I’m saying (shh, shh, shh)