Get Off Letra

Want to play the beat, I moved up the ladder and I lay the heat,
I do what I do every day of the week and even improve in the booth where I’m paid to speak.
Fuck you say to me, when you play in the bench you can take with ease
But I’m thinking that they like me, jay to prix.
And I’m thinking if I cut them they will bleed.
It’s just too plain to see this, motherfucker bout two flames a week,
They know nothing about this flame I speak
They run around bitching cause they can’t compete
So don’t ask me shit, he should know
Imma tell him everything he need to know
You don’t even know shit, you need to slow
You motherfucker rolled up in the decode.
Read the most left on for turn to years
Ain’t talking about a couple of munch here.
And you’re acting like sess has just appeared
Wanna run up and test went up to hear
Go ahead, spread your shit
End in a place where the land don’t fit,
Man, I don’t plan to end your shit
If the end don’t bake and the bread don’t sip
And I read your script, fuck your lines,
Fresh don’t burn and sun don’t shine
Ses no right if the back don’t earn
Get up in the line, you can get your turn.
And match your eyes, sex your birth,
You never gonna realize you gonna let go first
Came by employed on your momma boy,
Little love acting like a mangaloid.

(Hook)
If the head don’t feel, get off my dick
Spread your shit, get off my dick
Spread your legs, get off my dick
Suck the stitch, get off my dick
Spread your legs, get off my dick
If the head don’t feel, get off my dick
Spread your shit, get off my dick
Spread your legs, get off my dick.

(Verse)
Party’s packed, party’s packed,
Let me get a part of that
Black cover up in this bitch
And no, he don’t know how to act
If she fronting, hold me tell her blow me and don’t call her back.
Even if she’s on the floor having a fucking heart attack.
Gangs are here too up in the club
We’re all in here up in the club
Came in the club with a bird and a bus
Now want a shot in and a little bit of what
I don’t know, I don’t know, falling like a domino
Put it, ballin, park it, knock it, be outside of the carnico.
We’re mixing to for the alchemy, now imma tell what it’s about to be
Like in milkey I’m about to take one to the head on the balcony
And I know some fools got it out for me, though,
I don’t wanna say I got them.
Imma kill them all and let Christ sort ‘em, that’s God’s problem.
And I meet them out of orbit, they say that I’m so far off
And they get it Chip and Dale, all I really need is a bow tie.
My zipper telling me to attack ‘em, but clearly that would be the day
A click so we’re on the grind all the walls know is that T and Jake.

(Hook)
If the head don’t feel, get off my dick
Spread your shit, get off my dick
Spread your legs, get off my dick
Suck the stitch, get off my dick
Spread your legs, get off my dick
If the head don’t feel, get off my dick
Spread your shit, get off my dick
Spread your legs, get off my dick.

(Verse)
Denied by the bank for a long time,
Denied by the bank for a long
So I got a shoe box for the cash
And I pay for the whole damn house on my own.
Bitch, do you want a mouth full of stone?
Then keep trying the same knock deep day hard
And I sure like to seen it like I see a meteor
Reach for back for the black P day card
And this and that nigger that guilty bitch
How you’re number two, but you still ain’t shit
Not the star you a cosmo I call you off
If your head don’t fit imma saw yours off.
Now you came here in the mixtape getting killed
Playground days back in 6th grade drinking milk
To now where every single last win it
You motherfuckers are still I can have a bitch made like a twirl.
There’s a five hundred and fifty million dollar power ball jackpot
Going on literally as I record this and I would go and try
About the win the lottery ticket but sex crew caught us
And we gotta revisit on the white Wu-Tang shit while they kick it
And just because the music is strange don’t mean that it got to be wicked
Wikipedia math bitch strocking on a media fat bitch,
Smoking on pd with fat lips, over on your media outlids
Watch me read the whole encyclopedia backwards.
I’m the king, goddamit, and I’m alpha mating,
If you see a little rapper in the crowd that’s taning
Know that he rolled on my dick so long that the GPS bitch overcalculated.

(Hook)
If the head don’t feel, get off my dick
Spread your shit, get off my dick
Spread your legs, get off my dick
Suck the stitch, get off my dick
Spread your legs, get off my dick
If the head don’t feel, get off my dick
Spread your shit, get off my dick
Spread your legs, get off my dick.