The Get Off lyrics

by

Peezy


[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Four of wok, then a four of red, that's a big eight
A hundred eighty shots in his car, we ride with six dracs
I sold four E's and three P's, that's a mixtape
Bro got five chains on right now, he getting big paid


[Verse 2: Peezy]
Five chains on me right now, I'm getting a lot of change
Put an umbrella out the Wraith, I heard it's 'bout to rain
?[] how I'm movin’, n*ggas dropping names
Don't think it's sweet cause I'm coolin’, I'll pop your brain

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Just popped a n*gga up close, now I gotta change
Just robbed a n*gga for his ice, now I got a chain
Dropped twenty seven shots on you, like I ain''t got no aim
A hundred if they snatch me, I won't break like I ain't got no change

[Verse 4: Peezy]
Just f*cked a b*tch for no reason, I was bored as hell
Just hit a lick for five p's, I got four for sale
Heard you n*ggas selling dreams, I got dope for sale
Put so many grams on the clock, almost broke the scale

[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
I robbed a n*gga for a brick, now I got blow for sale
He hit a line, then he snitched, we call that blow tell
I hit the dawg, the fiend died, oh well
Tell your crusty ass mama, I got some more for sale
Me and P just matched the six, he got a show at twelve
All I had was a pint, I got a four for sale
Prolly ‘bout 16 hoes and pour ten pops
I got a glass pint, I want ten dollars a drip drop
[Verse 6: Peezy]
DEA approached me, ‘cause of my wristwatch
I sold that b*tch and bought another one, don’t sh*t stop
Thousand beans, headed to the country, made a pit stop
She ain't want me back then, she on my di*k now
Just dropped a four, I poured my cup up to the tip top
Just turned the label deal down, ‘cause I'm the sh*t now
For you small time n*ggas, we got big chops
We'll put your ass on Worldstar, inside the big box

[Verse 7: Rio Da Yung OG]
I shot a n*gga from a distance, he got picked off
Just picked like seven thousand up, and dropped your b*tch off
Just middle man to man, like seven thousand for my big dawg
I ain't have to do sh*t, but drop a brick off
Just got into it with this b*tch n*gga, now I'm p*ssed off
I'm 'bout to pull up on him with this K, and drop a clip off
Man, that sh*t you drinking hit, you got ripped off
I got a pint from my main spender, I broke a chip off

[Verse 8: Peezy]
Let the rocks talk for me, that's that brick talk
You got a small Faizon, how much that b*tch cost?
Thirty six ounces on the scale, now the edge off
[?] sh*t soft
Too much soda on that work, so it ain't locking up
Bought the Rollie off the store, I made them box it up
Snuck the fourty in the club, we ain't boxing trucks
Swing a punch on one of my n*ggas, and we gon' pop you up
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