Get Off My di*k lyrics

[Intro: Gunna]
Du-du-du, du-du, du du

[Verse: Gunna]
Get off of my di*k
I am hiding in a hideout
I got money in my pocket, he
Flying in the rocket
Talking bad then stop it
Ooh, I'm eating Cheerios
That boy made me so I said, "Pip pip, cheerio"
Posted up in Café Nero with a coffee
Nobody can stop me, not even Joseph
And imma run up on that boy, I feel like my name was Dan
Talk even a little bad, you get hit with the huh
You get hit with the ironclads if you go a little further

[Outro: Gunna]
Pocket