Get Off lyrics

[Intro]
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[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: Peezy]
Just had a million-dollar meeting with a label
Down to my last deuce of Wockhardt, I'm finna save it
Need a bandage for my knuckles, I been beatin' up the pavement
Scared to talk on telephones, finna go buy me a pager
This sh*t I'm spittin' real life, I don't hardly rap
I know the feds tappin' n*ggas' phones, so I'ma call you back
We done turned nothin' into somethin', you can't argue that
Finna wash this dirty money up, where a laundromat?
Your n*gga fightin' for his life with a court-appointed
My n*ggas wake up and get paper in the early morning
Presidential Rollie on my wrist, I got more than one
You can't tell I'm in the dope house 'cause it's boarded up

[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: PM Capo]
I just f*cked my opp's b*tch and then I slid off
She asked me why I had to cut her off, she think I'm Jigsaw
b*tch think she gettin' over on me, she must hit raw
Just sold this offy n*gga fake Cookie and now he p*ssed off
Walk in the room, won't say a word, I bet my blick talk
sh*t, damn, and I don't miss often
Sent an Uber, beat her doonies down, and now the b*tch stalkin'
b*tch pulled up with some cactus pus*y, had to kickstart it
She said that I'm an as*h*le, I'm always sh*t talkin'
This n*gga pulled up with a pint, I told him get lost then
Find a Rémy bottle, I don't want that sh*t for sick coughin'
I'm big now, but I'll still pop a n*gga, then go hit Boston
[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

[Outro]
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