Get Off Yo Ass

Chopping it up like a guillotine
I'm smoking this dope I feel like a fiend
I'm in New York you know what I mean
You know the vibes
700 degrees outside
On the east-side smoking dope like Jamaican
Rastafari peace and love to the nation
Got a backwood in my left hand
And a bad bitch under my right hand

G-Stars on my ass
Mama told me get off yo ass
Gotta go run around get this cash
Gotta go run around get this cash

I don't wanna go back home
Now I'm out here on my own
Making music from the soul
If you feel it let me know

I need the work like visa
Bitch I'm the goat like Caesar
Staring at a hater like Mona Lisa
I know they ain't fucking with my features
I know they ain't tryna see me win
But I gotta get it, gotta get it in
I don't give a fuck smoking my reefer
Bad bitch dancing like ballerina
I got a bad witch no Sabrina
She be balling she balling Serena

G-Stars on my ass
Mama told me get off yo ass
Gotta go run around get this cash
Gotta go run around get this cash

I don't wanna go back home
Now I'm out here on my own
Making music from the soul
If you feel it let me know



Credits
Writer(s): Pope Flamez
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