Get Off

Lyrics

[Intro] (2Side make the beat go) [Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG] Alright, let's set this shit off Right now I'm on my way to [?][0:12] to drop this lil' bitch off Sellin' zips and eights for a day, got a brick off Hit him in his face with a K, blew his lips off Nigga, I been fuckin' hoes for free, I don't trick off I'm too high to get on top, baby, ride me like a big dog Put an eight-thousand-dollar outfit on and take this shit off Send a ho to get a thousand pills and break the bitch off Tell me why I had to Mace the bitch, dog And baby girl, I hate that makeup shit, make my dick soft I knew we was gonna win the game at the tipoff I can stack the twenty dollar bills up and do a flip off 'em [Chorus: Rio Da Yung OG] That is not drip, take that shit off I got a Wock' seal, don't take the lid off Four in a canned pop, I should've sippеd raw Y'all niggas had fun, now it's time for us to get off Whole cliquе icy, we gon' get off Like a big diaper, get this shit off me Alright, it's time to play, I gave y'all niggas time to get off Four hundred seventy-three milliliters, boy, this script talk [Verse 2: CashClick Boog] Alright, let's switch off On my way to court in Monterey for droppin' fake scripts off Nigga, I be spendin' pape' every day like a big dog Caine was bangin' MMG before I heard of Rick Ross You see me wearin' a fake watch, cut my wrist off Like a baby with a big diaper, get this shit off me Me and RiRi didn't work out, but least she rich off me If you see me in the kitchen cookin', it's a brick probably How you talkin' cash shit and your whole kit pawned it? Me, Dub, and Ash shootin' bands, but I hit somethin' I just gave the reaper ten bands like, "Go get somethin'" I didn't used to have five hundred, I'm in a 600 [Chorus: Rio Da Yung OG] That is not drip, take that shit off I got a Wock' seal, don't take the lid off Four in a canned pop, I should've sipped raw Y'all niggas had fun, now it's time for us to get off Whole clique icy, we gon' get off Like a big diaper, get this shit off me Alright, it's time to play, I gave y'all niggas time to get off Four hundred seventy-three milliliters, boy, this script talk [Verse 3: DB.BoutaBag] My whole clique icy, take that shit off Bands stuffin' out my Purples, pockets finna rip off If she ain't 'bout a bag, that make my dick soft My niggas know a form of sign language, call it stick talk And if we got an extra pack, send that shit off I ain't had to sell a piece of dope, pockets on Rick Ross You niggas movin' ass-backwards, pockets on Kris Kross And if she say she 'bout a bag, then make that bitch walk And I can knock the bitch as quick as Rio got the brick off Boog clockin', match a four of Wock', I'm tryna lift off VVs on my arm, finna freeze my lil' wrist off I ain't trippin' off her, you can come and get this bitch off me Come and smoke with me, wait, that's the script talkin' I can show 'bout two hundred blues and start Crip walkin' [Outro: DB.Boutabag] Whole clique icy, take that shit off Bands stuffin' out my Purples, pockets finna rip off If she ain't 'bout a bag, make my dick soft My niggas know a form of sign language, call it stick talk (Tucson make the beat go)