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