Get Off lyrics

[Intro]
(2Side make the beat go)

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Alright, let's set this sh*t off
Right now I'm on my way to [?][0:12] to drop this lil' b*tch off
Sellin' zips and eights for a day, got a brick off
Hit him in his face with a K, blew his lips off
n*gga, I been f*ckin' 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 sh*t off
Send a ho to get a thousand pills and break the b*tch off
Tell me why I had to Mace the b*tch, dog
And baby girl, I hate that makeup sh*t, make my di*k 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 sh*t off
I got a Wock' seal, don't take the lid off
Four in a canned pop, I should've sippеd raw
Y'all n*ggas had fun, now it's time for us to get off
Whole cliquе icy, we gon' get off
Like a big diaper, get this sh*t off me
Alright, it's time to play, I gave y'all n*ggas 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
n*gga, 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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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 sh*t off
I got a Wock' seal, don't take the lid off
Four in a canned pop, I should've sipped raw
Y'all n*ggas had fun, now it's time for us to get off
Whole clique icy, we gon' get off
Like a big diaper, get this sh*t off me
Alright, it's time to play, I gave y'all n*ggas time to get off
Four hundred seventy-three milliliters, boy, this script talk

[Verse 3: DB.BoutaBag]
My whole clique icy, take that sh*t off
Bands stuffin' out my Purples, pockets finna rip off
If she ain't 'bout a bag, that make my di*k soft
My n*ggas know a form of sign language, call it stick talk
And if we got an extra pack, send that sh*t off
I ain't had to sell a piece of dope, pockets on Rick Ross
You n*ggas movin' ass-backwards, pockets on Kris Kross
And if she say she 'bout a bag, then make that b*tch walk
And I can knock the b*tch 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 b*tch 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 sh*t off
Bands stuffin' out my Purples, pockets finna rip off
If she ain't 'bout a bag, make my di*k soft
My n*ggas know a form of sign language, call it stick talk
(Tucson make the beat go)