Offset – 54321 Lyrics

54321 Lyrics by Offset is a New English song sung & performed by popular artist Offset. Lyrics of this song are written by Offset & Baby Keem and music produced by Mike Dean.

54321 Lyrics

Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo
Let’s go

Panoramic, bi**h, I can see right through it (See it)
Smokin’ on cookie, it’s gas, manure (Woah)
Damn, threw fifty racks in a lure (Damn)
Know we gon’ run with the pack like a wolf (Go)
Thug Life on me like I’m Tupac Shakur (Thug)
Thirty-five K for the seats on the floor (Racks)
Yes, I’m the wave
But don’t got a shore (Ha)
Starin’ at me
But I don’t want the whore (No)
Skrrt, almost had crashed the ‘Rari (Skrrt)
Jump off the top of the rope like Jeff Hardy (Go)
Ni***s be broke and be ready to party
Nike mask on, man, I’m feelin’ like Marty (Woo)
‘Scuse me, bi**h, don’t you be walkin’? (‘Scuse me)
Don’t got no money
So you shouldn’t be talkin’
DM’ing me, bi**h, you know I ain’t talkin’ (Hah)
My bi**h find out, she gon’ kill ’em, white chalk ’em (Uh)
Shh, it’s a dead man (Dead man)
Rocks on my neck like the Flintstone
I’m Bam Bam
Ran up them M’s and I bought me the Lamb’ Lamb’
She on my d***, want a pic, she a fan-fan
Postin’ these racks
But I know it’s a scam (Scam)
Don’t cuff a bi**h, I’m not selfish, I share ’em (Share ’em)
Elliot pink diamonds lookin’ like Cam (Pink)
He actin’ tough but he sweeter than yams (Sweet)
Two bi**hes in a Rolls Ghost and it scare ’em (Two)
I collect shoes and I don’t even wear ’em (Nah)
Twenty-five million
I get overwhelmed
Hello (Hello?)
I want that kitty, I like bi**hes thick with them lil’ bitty titties
I like bi**hes rich and they know how to get it (Go)
Come from the dark
My wrist and neck is litted (Ice)
Never quit it
You ni***s was hatin’, wait in line, I’m s**ttin’ (Wait)
You ni***s was hatin’, wait in line, I’m shittin’
You ni***s was hatin’, wait in line, I’m s**ttin’ (Let’s go)
Ew, that’s nasty, bi**h can’t catch me (Catch me)
I’m in the Lambo’, this bi**h nasty
This a wide body and the rims look ashy (Woo)
How did this happen? Rich ni**a habit (Rich)
Ni***s ain’t eatin’ and they blame it on fastin’ (Hey)
Fresh to death like I jumped out a casket (Casket)
Before the COVID-19, we was maskin’ (Get ’em)
When I say spin it, that mean I’ma shoot (Bah)
Hop out the Maybach and Prada my boot (Prada)
Thirty mill’ plus and I don’t wear a suit (Plus)
Bust like a gusher
You play with my group (Bust)
Singin’ like Usher, this chopper a fool
Hustler customers, do it for you
This ni**a broke, you snooze, you lose (Lose)
Louis V coat pocket filled with blues (Blues)
I’m outta here, five, four, three, two, one (Go)
Takeoff, touch my brother, pull a gun, baow

Five, four, three, two, one
(Five, four, three, two, one)
Five, four, three, two, one
(Five, four, three, two, one)
Five, four, three, two, one
(Five, four, three, two, one)
Five, four, three, two, one
(Five, four, three, two, one)

Five, four, three, two, one
(Five, four, three, two, one)
Five, four, three, two, one
(Five, four, three, two, one)
Five, four, three, two, one
(Five, four, three, two, one)
Five, four, three, two, one
(Five, four, three, two, one)
Five, four, three, two, one
(Five, four, three, two, one)
Five, four, three, two, one
(Five, four, three, two, one)

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Song Details
Singer : Offset
Lyrics : Offset, Scott Bridgeway, Baby Keem
Music : Baby Keem, Jahaan Sweet, Mike Dean
Label : Motown Records